Untitled Poetry

Sixty Nine

I want to write something for you
But I truly don't know what to say.
You don't have a clue
And you never loved me anyway.
I thought this would be easy,
Turns out it's harder than I thought.
You said you'd never leave me,
But you're just sorry you got caught.
Now our love is broken,
Damaged beyond repair.
I'll give to you this token,
A poem of my despair.