entry (11): a cold stoic you

i struggle to make a heartless poem for you -
that someday i could put a tune into -
and would sing it to you.

i struggle to add some element of melancholic blue -
that suits your every mood -
and so i pay my due

i owe this poem to you -
and now i'm singing it to you -
i hope it adds up to your blue -
hey i'm just paying you my due.

i struggle to evade the four-lettered word -
that makes you churn -
love gets you bored -
and must i burn?

i struggle to fill these box of notes with pain -
wonder if i'm emotionally sane -
and so i pay my due

i owe this poem to you -
i'll keep singing this to you -
i know it adds up to your blue.

i need to pay a poem for you -
a price that is my due -
for wanting a cold stoic you.