I wrote you a poem

I wrote you a poem once
But I tore it and threw it away
Never to be remembered
Or see the light of day

In it I confessed
My love, my joy, my pain
The heartache I've gone through
That won't happen again

Over and over I gave you my all
Each time you would demand it
There I was, at your feet
And frankly, I couldn't stand it

I could not bear the sweetness
The way you'd push and shove
And when I threw out that paper
I also threw out my love.