Short Poems and Stories

Lovers.

Look over there.  Another lover hits the earth.  That lover is me, running after my darling, blinded by her.  But i do not want to be a lover.  Murdering these feelings.  Hard to do. Because for me, love has nothing to offer.  Murder all hope.  You cannot be a logical person with love in your heart. Block out all the feelings.  I can't be writing about love.  Too simple.  But here we go. Every second another lover is hitting the earth.  But this time, that lover is not me, I am not a lover.  That lover is her.  Oh her.  That smile.  Her touch.  However, I am not a lover anymore.  I need to kill this feeling.  My only emotion should be sadness and emptiness.  Well, actually.  I adore this feeling called love.  Maybe just this once.  I can love.  But when this love dies, because all love does,  I shall write about something other than love.  But I will admit that I am a lover, so now is not the time.  

Two lovers hit the earth. However, this time, something is different.  Something has changed. These lovers aren't stray, running around afraid. Afraid they will never find someone for them.  This time those two lovers, are me and her.