This is not a love poem.
This is not a song about the sounds you make
When Weezer comes on the radio,
Or the way your mouth looks when forming the words
Excuse my manners if I make a scene.
No, it's not about your hair,
Always a different color, like you want to be seen
When you say you don't.
Even though I love that, this is not about
Butterflies or rosy glasses or
A single beam of sunlight
Coming through a cloud.
This is about the word should.
You should love yourself, but you don't.
You should care about your well-being,
But you don't.
Thunder booms in your ears,
Black clouds hover over your psyche,
Lightning follows in your wake,
Chasing you.
But it shouldn't.
This is not a love poem.
This is not a rhyme about running through fields of flowers,
Or smiling for no reason.
But it should be.
YOU ARE READING
Bent Roses
PoetryBent Roses is a poetry collection about familial devotion, love, and misery. It is about those nights when everyone gets home late and the first thing they say to each other is good morning. It is about believing in another person when you shouldn't...
