I've written poems about you before

But they were never quite right

Never something I was proud of

I don't write these for art

I think

It's just easier to sort you out

In 

fragments

Than

Sentences

What is this 

Other than a lie

I have no excuse

And I'm okay with that

I don't expect you to understand

I don't expect anything

All I'm asking

Is if you're willing to wait