This Is A Last Thought

I don't write well
But I do write a lot
Of you and me
And that scary pink robot

I write for fun
Never too serious
I wrote of our love
Boy was I delirious

My rhymes suck
And I can't keep rhythm
I write because it's fun
Or just my ventilation

I wrote this poem
And thought real hard
i don't know who I like
It's just another face down card

Now this rhyme nears end
And I left without a friend
You left me to me paper
And no money for a pen