Flying Away || Poetry

Wouldn't

Would you love me,
He asks her, hopeful.
No, she says.
I couldn't.
Shouldn't.
Couldn't? Shouldn't?
He says.
Or wouldn't?
He looks down
He looks up
He looks in the mirror
He's not the best looking
Not at all
He's sort of a jerk, too.
To everyone but Her.
Wouldn't.
She says.
I wouldn't love you,
Even if I wanted to.
I wouldn't, because
I have never met someone more desperate for a Valentine
Than you.
And I'm not going to allow you to show me off
Like I'm a trophy to be displayed,
A prize to be won.
You've never been a real man,
Someone to look up to.
No,
She says.
I wouldn't.
Not now.
Not ever.