Love Letter

Stop Wait a minute before Before you close this thing And before you close the door Ignoring me another month Or two I'll say it to you I know the title may seem strange I know you never knew I do writing didn't you I know you believe That art is dead I could never be a poet you said But who the hell needs a poet If one could just look at you Strangers that's what we are Irrational thoughts The heat in your car Makes me so nauseous I could choke The heat The cold This glistening gold I hate love, I do Hate that I don't hate you