This is the worst love poem
Trust me when I say,
Worst, worst poem,
you will ever get to read.
but I had to explain,
I had no option
But,
But to write it,
to prove myself wrong about love and life and poetry.
Writing about him was the best thing ever, when I was in love,
writing love poems was what I did best
when I fell in love,
the nicest words I could ever clog together
as I was crying in bed at night
with my head stuck up under a shield of pillow all wet
With my legs both curled up
And a cold blanket overhead
With my eyes all swollen in the weak sockets
because if my mother heard of me sobbing
I would not be able to know
how to explain it to her
the very internal
damage a person caused me —
I was the very person,
Believing in love,
That someone
Will Tear me wide open,
scare the heck out of me,
leave me all alone, to die and to live
Mom,
how to apologize
To myself?
that someone would come along
to prove me wrong
about life, and love —
and even though you cannot
tell the difference between
a free verse and a structured verse,
That someone proved me wrong about poetry, too.
That someone came along,
and I no longer wanted to write
poems about falling in love,
and I don't want to write
poems about falling out of love either;
I only want to write poems about
"staying in love",
You know? All I want to write
poems about staying.
Staying and not leaving
No matter what!!!
This is the worst love poem you will ever read,
but all I want now is a lifetime of writing
"bad poems about a good love".
____________
M.
