This is the Last Poem You Will Get Out of Me

I still exist
like the Montagues:
silver and such.
I still believe a poem can win.

We were strong once,
young with resilient eyes;
I have to live with my choices,
but so do you like clothes

Giving up is Harder than anything.
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am yours.

I know you laugh
at these poems,
but it takes me weeks of courage
to write them.