Cliche Love Poem 1.

I think it up, Smirk A little
jot it down, Cry it out
See the paper, cleaver rhymes, without a doubt
Words can't make her love me but I will always give her time
but this feeling is naught, and I am left questioning,
What the fuck is love? Again, I'm lost in this thought.
Is it a fictitious message to keep
wicked bitches, wishing for a savior?
False hope to keep me alive for another day or
a way to lose yourself in the battle of love music
Cliche and boring playing through the radio.

I loaned a girl my heart, expecting her to use it
I choked every time she would leave
treating me wickedly, saying things I couldn't believe.
She left, Don't worry I'm used to it though,
She wont be the last person to just go.