I want you to bite
My lip
Until I can no longer
Speak,
And then suck my
Ex-Girlfriends name
Out of my mouth just to
Make sure she
Never
Comes up in our
Conversations
I'm going to be
Honest,
I'm not really
A love Poet
In fact,
Every time I try
To write about
Love
My hands start to cramp
Just to show how
Painful
Love can be
And sometimes my pencils
Break
Just to prove to me
That every
Now and then
Love
Takes a little more
Work
Than you planned
See,
I heard that love is
Blind so, I
Write all my poems in
Braille and all my
Poems are never actually
Finished
Because true love is
Endless
I always believed that
True love is like
A super model
Before she's air brushed;
Its pure and
Imperfect,
Just the way God intended
See, I'm going to be
Honest, I'm not a love poet
But if I was to
Wake up tomorrow
Morning and decide that
I really wanted
To write about love
I swear that my first
Poem
...
It would be about you
About how I loved you
The same way
I learned
To ride a bike:
Scared but reckless
With no training wheels
Or elbow pads so that
My scars
Can tell the stories
Of how I fell for
