Sins tend to mix with poison kisses
Binding our hearts together
Demons in our eyes come out to play
When breaths mingle in cold weather
The ink in our veins
Tattoo each other’s name on our hearts
And then we realize that dating a writer
Isn’t the best decision
Because true love breaks the depressing curse
When the ink in our veins
Turns to blood
We become normal
Writing lovesick poems
Instead of pure unadulterated truth
That we’ve accustomed ourselves to
Poet in the Streets 
I think love poetry is still good writing. Look at Shakespeare’s sonnets. The problem is when it interrupts other work. =)