Love Poems Are Mostly Crap

Wow, that title. Anyway, it's true. Most of the things we say and do in poetry are just a matter of theatrics and rhythmicality. (that's a made up word) I address some of the extreme things we describe in this piece.

Love Poems Are Mostly Crap

So you know those generic lovey dovey poems right?

Each moment of every day

I’m wasting my life away

Every second is pain

Because I sometimes wonder if you even know my name

That sort of thing

Who actually says that?

Does anyone actually “FEEL” that way?

I mean, a poem is good any day

But if it’s empty

It doesn’t matter how much your heart sings

How much joy that person brings

Because why do we call them “sweet nothings”?

It seems ridiculous and really cheesy

And more often than not, it’s actually really easy

You just say whatever you think will make you sound like Shakespeare

Anything to bring out a lasting tear

Anything that makes someone even remotely feel

Makes them register that these words are real

I sometimes take the tip of my pen and let it run

Let this dagger bleed my feelings till I’m done

Then when I return to reality

Actually facing the brutality

That brings the hurt and mortality

I realize

I’m a liar

The worse kind too

Gentle words flow from my tongue

But they are poison, a verbal death emitting from my lung

I have many ways of killing myself slowly

Each more potent than the last

All fit for the task

But words, they are my weapon of choice

For what better way to die, than by my own voice?

As I speak softly, discretely

Hoping that one day you might hear me

“Don’t worry I’m totally fine” I might say

Keeping up that “totally fine” display

I let the poison seep further into my veins

The lack of notice, the absence of disdain

Every care you manage to spend on me

Brings that much more agony...

See this is the kind of crap I’m talking about

This is the unrealistic hurt that some like to spout

I mean yeah we are hurting

Many times quite badly

But there is no reason for you to pin murder on the one you love so madly

There’s a point I’m attempting to make

That despite all your sorrow and heartache

You idle and wait

Never bother to ask them out on a date

Nothing at all... until it’s too late

You fear their love and fear their touch

But damn it, GO GET THEM if you care so much