How can you

Expect me to

Love someone that

Doesn’t love poetry

Do you expect

Me not to

Bruise and bleed

Sigh and smile

Whisper these things

Only to you

How can you

Deny me yet

Ask me to

Love you when

In fact you

Don’t love the

One thing that

Makes me me

Fear not for

I don’t fear

That he will

Whomever he is

Will love poetry

Just as much

As loving me