I worked so hard to create an us
that I lost myself in the process.
I know it’s a cliché, but that doesn’t make it less true.
After all, everything was a cliché with us,
from the first cheesy chat-up line.
Like every good whirlwind romance
we went up like flames and came down in ashes.
I can’t seem to find the inspiration I put aside for you.
You took everything and still I blame myself.
Now all I can write
are love poems.