The only poem im still hurting over

A winters night
captured in atmospheres grasp
I\'m falling in love
for 40 hearts this anger lasts

strings of impotent insecurities
described by blossomed anxieties
stop your faithless protest
YOUR NOT A POET
that writes something well enough anyway

its 3.15 a.m and patience is running on fumes
your growing colder and colder and my grip wants to loose
and in our delicate situation
theres no way you could refuse

transform your selfish apathy
into a world of subtle clarities
you could end a protest
WITH A SINGLE WORD
but in our delicate situation
sorry would never work

this little girl
is looking to me for some comfort
and you know what i gave her ........................