I am Not a Love Poet

I was never a love poet
most of my love poems suck
I try to write about heartbeats,
blushing, and weakening knees
but I stop in the middle of a verse
I stare at what I have written
unsatisfied by my own clichés
How can I write about love
when it’s too overwhelming

I have too much angst to write a decent line
about how he makes my insides feel warm
as if he was burning a campfire in my chest
I am so angry at the world
I forget that love existed
Love comes with too many emotions
It will only clash with my inner turmoil

So how will I write it?
I’m not a love poet
because my love poems suck