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And so you take revenge—

And make yourself a better person—

By hating me,

Because I loved you inefficiently.

When you see me, you move away from me.

You wish you had bodyguards to hurt me,

But you must play the victim completely on your own,

Because no army exists to fight the kind of love I gave

To you, which everyone wished they had.

No police state exists where love poetry is.

Not even your intimate friends believe

You when you say my love

Caused you stress.

“I wished he had written poems to me a little less.”

Had you asked me for anything I would have said yes,

But I wasn’t waiting around for some ideal

Situation. I didn’t feel

The need to plan and maneuver.

My only plan was to love you forever.

To love imperfectly,

And write bad poetry,

Is the way the world makes us love,

Until love changes to intellectual disgust

As all passionate kissing must.

Physical love is like petting a dog.

Only poetry can see through the fog

Of love when it changes to one

Who hurries away. Show the world how good you are. Run.






  1. noochinator said,

    February 21, 2020 at 8:54 am

    In the realm of loving
    One cannot deny
    That it’s all fun and games
    ‘Til someone loses an “I”.

    • thomasbrady said,

      February 21, 2020 at 11:42 am

      I lost my eye
      When she couldn’t see me.

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