Bad Poetry

My poetry's bad, I don't blame the news
Got plenty from which I can choose
Things causing the ooze
Things painting my blues
Things like your goddamn oscillations
Back and forth, back and forth
It's like your fucking occupation
Changing my pride to self-loath
Well I tried to keep it in control
And man did I try to change the goal
Told you I came across a happy glow
Sky's still grey really, but you'll never know
And your eyes, they're always cold
With little heat, keeping me on hold
Patience is key for wonders to unfold
And Kintsugi style, you are my gold
Well at least, that's what I've been told
A fable on which I've been sold
For I'm constantly cleaning
The wounds of your dealings
My aspirations got a ceiling
I'm leaving
See girl I wish it hit
You know I wish it hit
My grips were bleeding, I had to quit
Sky's still grey, clouds never split
See girl I'm tired every night
Holding my pen, unable to write
How can I? when kisses turn to fights
Hope you're having it bad tonight
You're not white
You're definitely not white
You're not my pen
You're my paper
You're not my heart
You're its breaker