In other writing news, after a short hiatus, I have another story up on North by Northwestern! You can read it here. Thanks for reading!
I’d rather not
write you a poem;
They’re corny
and cheesy at best.
But if you
insist,
I cannot resist,
So I’ll put my
pen to the test.
Should it begin
with the word love?
Or is that
supposed to come at the end?
I’m really quite
bad
At this love
poem fad,
But for you I’ll
work hard and bend.
Roses are red
and violets are blue—
But that is much
too clichéd.
Can I still say
Something new
today?
Or has every
thought been said and made?
I don’t often
procrastinate,
But this love ode
makes me delay.
I apologize
If I economize
And soon run out
of verses to say.
Maybe it would
be for the best
If I just shared
my feelings with you.
Who am I
kidding?
That’s too
forbidding.
It would be
easier to stage a coup.
You’ve either
got it or you don’t
In this fine
poem-writing game.
I will admit now
That I will
kowtow
To the brilliant
greeting card name.
Writing this
won’t be worth the effort;
I don’t know why
I’m still at it.
Perhaps I’m
stubborn
Or afraid of
scorn
That you’ll give
me if I up and quit.
I can imagine
what you’ll say
When I come to
you empty-handed.
You’ll frown and
then groan
At my lack of
tone,
Then walk away and
leave me stranded.
Yes, I’m
positive that will occur
When I don’t
write this poem of love.
So get over it
now
And do not avow
I promised you
anything thereof.
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