Writin love poems to you
All the time would consider
As gettin on your nerves?

If I keep inkin you
If I keep pennin my heart to you

Daily or every week
Only to remind that I love you

I love you with everythin I am,

Is that annoyin to you?

Would you tell me to stop
Writin my soul to you?
No sweet messages upon
Every window?

Would you say “you don’t have to be a
Poetess to love me? Don’t use that
Motive or words to convince me to
Love you?”

Like my love confessions is under
Rated….

You secretly are humiliatin
Cos I write envelopes of poetry for
Your eyes only…

You roll your eyes
And throw my metaphors in the trash

You’re tired of my passion….

So I stopped writin my veins
To your heartbeat…I stop
Romancin you poetically

You don’t want my book
You don’t wanna read my heart and soul…

So I left the house with a kind memory..

My loved for you used to be handwritten letter
Now it’s all scarred…
My heart bleeds tears
Knowin

I can’t write you anymore….

Seasons passed

You miss my love poems….
You miss how I love you with the kisses of
Stanzas
You miss my raw emotion…
You used to be my inspiration….

But remember
I was gettin on your nerves….
You broke my heart cos
I wrote you too much love poems….
And it did hurt my feelings…

You don’t accept my flirtation
My eroticism…
You thought I was insane for writin
What’s in my head and soul….
You thought I wasn’t good enough
And I couldn’t be your favorite poetess…

You don’t pay attention to what I gotta say
I lay my bones out on paper for you to study
My being, my humanness…instead you forgot

Me..I’m not just plain ol words…not a word choice
To describe you…to describe how much I loved you…

I’m a person
Who goes out of the way
To bring you smiles on your face
To wipe your tears away
To hold your hand
To tell you’re amazin
And I can say that to you in real life
But I can also say that to you on paper…

I was your woman
I was your poetess

And then all of a sudden
You made me leave our home
For good only cos

My love poems are too loud, too noisy
For you…

I gave you love poems from my heart
To guide you through the darkness….
You said I was too deep and you weren’t
Listenin…you weren’t interested in the
Messages in a bottle….

Years went

I came to find out
You miss me
You miss me as your woman
With the soul of words….

In fact, you want my love poems back
Into your life…you wanted me
My voice pullin your heartstrings
You tell me I’m the lady of your dreams
Be my precious writer again…

I said no
I don’t trust you

You would teared my letters again….
Every page of my soul skipped a beat…
There’s no way to love you again

Honestly I hate your guts….

If you really want me back
So badly
Prove it….
Chase me for months seasons years
If you really love me
If my poems mean the world to me,
You will have to suffer
You will have to pay
For breakin my heart
For tellin me I need to stop writin love poems
Since you wanted me to give you chances….

I’m not that kind of girl
Who could easily forgive you….

Make me believe
We’re soulmates…

I don’t know romantic
Gestures would impress me

Writin love poems
Might get on your nerves
All the time, I get it

Just don’t be rude about it….
💙©️ Kai C. 1-29-23

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