Romantic Poem

A DC poet’s organization hosted a competition for a two-line poem in which the first line must be the most romantic, but the second line should be the least romantic. This is the winner:
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife, 
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That’s why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving, and hot
This describes everything you are not.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes.
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!
My feelings for you, no words can tell,
Except for maybe ‘Go to hell.’
What inspired this amazing rhyme?
Two parts tequila, one part lime!