Well, I tried to write a love poem
It didn’t exactly work out
Shortly after I put pen to paper
I realized
I don’t have a clue what love is
Perhaps I should rephrase that
So I don’t sound like a cold
Heartless
Shell
I’ve known love
Or rather
Felt it
But not in the love poem kind of way
I used to love the doll that now sits in the corner of my room
The one with the glassy blank stare
That never seems to falter
The one with the half smile and two buck teeth
I used to love her
But now she reminds of horror films
And I’ve been forced to have her sit facing the wall
To think about what she’s done
I think her name is Julie
I love my dog
The way his ears feel
Like cashmere between my fingers
His cold nose and how it’s always where
It shouldn’t be
How he looks when he’s sleeping
Curled up tightly
Peaceful and content
I’ve even loved humans
The people who gave me my chromosomes
Even though they gave me a rather dull hair color
I do love them
But that’s not what a love poem is about
A love poem is different
It’s
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
I hope you don’t mind
That I put down in words
How wonderful life is
Now you’re in the world
You can’t see past her blinding beauty
You may only call me Mrs. Darcy when you are
Completely in love with me
Mrs. Darcy Mrs. Darcy Mrs. Darcy
And
Not being able to get close enough
25 hours a day isn’t sufficient
Kissing cheeks dry when tears stain them
But above all
Love
Is a whole bunch of
Clichés
Tell me
Who thought that French was romantic?
Love is flying high
And falling hard
Love is gross
I mean
What’s appealing about licking the inside
Of another person’s cheek?
Love is sad
When it’s unrequited
And it involved a whole lot of sitting around
Playing over fantasies in your mind
That will never evolve to be anything but
Figments of your imagination
And yet I still want to write a love poem
Some beautiful combination of words
That cause tears to prick at the back of your eyes
And your body to be racked with happy shivers
The kind of poems that makes you sigh
And say
I wish I was loved like that
A poem with lines so profound
That it will last through the ages
But I can’t
At least not yet
Maybe one day I’ll know
And I’ll sit down
Yet again
Put my pen to paper
And write a love poem
From a very different point of view