Unfit

i write you a song, a poem, a story
you reply with one word
frankly, you bore me

how can you even think yourself satiating
when our conversations
are far from stimulating

you're a waste of wit
you don't reciprocate my humor
even one little bit

thus, i must
deem you unfit
as an audience, muse,
significant other,

but i suppose you can stay
a physical lover.