I Wrote a Poem For You

I wrote a poem for you:

Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

The games that you played

Numbered more than a few,

Like “tear up my poems,”

and “eat up my food,”

and “wake up the neighbors

At quarter til two,”

and “love by the bike rack,”

and “love by the bike rack with someone else,”

and “out-of-line,

out-of-control,

disorganized,

discombobulating,

rants about shoes

and gas prices

and celebrity gossip

and the weather

and classic rock music

and songbirds, and runes,

and the United States

Federal Government,”

and I didn't like most of them,

But I still like you,

But to straighten my head,

It's important I choose.

It's a hard road ahead,

Worse when un-drama-proofed.

My mind's going dead.

I've got plenty to do.

I'm going to bed.