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