Another Fucking Love Poem
I hate poems
that rhyme
unless it's by accident.
So fuck poets who feel the need
to match
be with see
Love poems
especially
are weak
whimpering words of
baby, star, sun, sky.
Whispering
sweetheart, darling, my whole world.
That sweetness
that vague disgusting kindness
isn't love at all.
Love is tearing out each others throats
forgetting deoderants on hot dates
making comments on their parents' sex life
peeing with the door open.
Ripping each others hearts
and
crying
alone
because you don't know if they want you
but curling up anyway
knowing that you are safe and important.
Hissing to them
"bastard"
while you fuck
silently
with the door open and parents home.
And it wouldn't be any other way.