A poem you should never write to someone:

In the endeavor to be nice,
It's scary that my demons play dice.

Over whom to let go and whom to catch,
It's great to have never opened the latch.

But you, oh you.
You make it so easy, true.

Their overconfidence angers me a lot,
Makes me imagine I lack control and plot.

Rot. Rot. Rot bitch, rot.