Really, I do like them.
Location
One would think love poems are a good thing.
I guess it just depends where you are.
Years ago, I would’ve adored the flowery poems
dedicated to love, to their lovers,
calling out - typing - their names:
Oh Rebecca!
Matthew, I love you!
Jennifer, I miss you…
Years ago, I would’ve smiled shyly at the fluttery phrases
that sounded like they belonged in Shakespeare’s dictionary.
Oh, sweet sorrow!
This must be destiny, fate!
How I loathe not to be in your presence~
Years ago, I would have not known the pleasures
of what I believed to be love.
But I wouldn’t have known the pain
of falling out of love, either.
Everyone always says,
“better to have love and lost
than never have loved at all!”
I understand the sentiment, I really do,
but what they fail to mention, perhaps purposely,
is the yearning for the new love,
for what you lost.
Before I felt love, I didn’t know what I was missing.
Now, losing that love…
there’s a part of me missing.
So, where am I?
The cynical transition between infatuated
and happily single, I suppose.
Any other time, I would love the poems,
dripping with sappy love,
but nothing can piss off a lonely person more
than other people’s relationships.
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pardon my negativity
your poems are all lovely, I promise