Should I, Or Should I Not?

Poems of love, or poems of pain, She lurks in the shadows, I'm the hero main. Alexa kindled memories, I quickly changed the song, Today I've been poked, excuse me if I paint her wrong. She keeps tugging at my heart, that's her cardinal sin, She receded from my life, still this battle I couldn't win. Perhaps she is suffering too, maybe there's grief in her art, For she has cut me off totally,…