I Quit Writing

Your words a world they meant to me,
Soothed my heart healing my hurt,
Now like a needle they are,
Sharply piercing my heart each time I come across them,
Always making my heart bleed,
All in the name of being together,

You say it's a talent you're exploiting,
A talent being misused,
Hurting the one you claim to care about,
No longer minding their feelings,
All you do is for self benefit,
But why?

First it was your display picture,
My emotions it did torture,
Giving myself hope, so I said,
Maybe you're yet to realize that my love for you is true,
But your eyes are still blind,
All you think of is poetry.

Your status concluded it all,
In your heart I had no space,
Do you claim that to be poetry too?
Maybe I'm yet to know the meaning,
Why poetry has married you,
Why you refer it your babe.

The pieces you wrote,
Each night spending sleeplessly,
Contemplating the heartbreak poems,
The sweet ones their owner I know not,
Maybe to a new catch you dedicated,
But why?

Why do you write love poems?
Whom are you dedicating to?
Why don't you quit writing?
Why make me bleed?
Who is your Bae?