*Edited version*
I hate love poems
Trite
Overdone
Too many
Way too many
I don’t like writing love poems
I don’t write love poems
It worked pretty well and I did pretty well
For years
And years
Then came you
I don’t want to write a poem about you
I try to write about other things
But you are all I think about
You are the fog inside my brain
Get out of my head!
I feel
Stupid, banal, just another doe eyed deer
Waiting to be shot
I don’t want to write a love poem
But the pen writes with blood from the heart
And sometimes it bleeds the red of roses
