your chatgpt poetry
doesn’t work on me
I read energy
and yours is weak
ai writes you some lines,
some pretty lies
but just because it rhymes
doesn’t make it enough
you’re not in love,
you’re a rough draft
that you keep
tossing in the trash
I’m not your muse, just
one more bruise
you choose to add to
your confusion
like words can somehow
manifest your delusions
go on, give my songs to other girls
cut their initials from your drywall,
that silver tongue lamenting
how fast the women fall
forge them those
amazing lines
I’m sure you really
mean it this time
and when the warmth
of every woman you touch
turns cold, maybe then you’ll
finally carve your truth
We see you.
