...I realise bad poetry is one of my let downs...

I miss what we had, its true,
But often I cry when I think of you.
You broke me up and left me blue
For what reason, I have no clue.

Yes we talk often enough,
but some how it still can't get me out of the rough.
Ssince you hurt me I got so cold
and I don't like it, truth be told.

I am so confused by what you type,
But now when me meet I get some nervous hype.
My hands they shake like i'm freezing,
A rarer thing for me than sneezing.

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I swear I used to write better poetry... at better times of the day and when I was in better moods.