You used to read all of these
despite my unfathomable handwriting,
lack of rhyme schemes and meters,
and poor usage of figures of speech.
But you stopped adoring my poems,
and worse, you stopped loving me.

And so I tried writing better ones,
with hopes that I could bring back
your eyes to my written words,
and your heart to my broken one.

I thought you'd like it better
if I start my poems with flashbacks
of our teenage selves
sneaking out late at night,
driving around the city,
hopping to 24-hour fastfoods,
and coming home before midnight.

I thought better poems would be
about...