So, for those of you who don’t know, I often think in poetry. (I can also have entire conversations in iambic pentameter so…) Basically, what this translates to is a notebook full of poems that may or may not be relevant to anyone, including myself. But through the magic of the internet, I now have a place to share my work and victims…er readers to enjoy it. Bwahahahahaha. So without further ado, a poem:
I love the way you smirk when I say “Perhaps”
It’s a lapse in my reason, treason to my heart
Starting a revolution, full of convolutions, pollution
Of my freedom, ending a reign of sending suitors flying
Replying, “I’m better off alone.”
I love the way you expertly play at my heart-strings
Ringing them like a bell. I’m no hard sell, I’m gone
Belonging to you wholly, lulling my mind
Into kind thoughts of mankind, a blindness I despise
And realizing the double face I’ve placed over
The common sense I held dear.
You’re a sore boring into the core of me.
Is it a tragedy, this strange malady claiming me?
No turning back. I lack rearview mirrors. And tears
Pour from my eyes, a surprise when you know
The passionate joy within.