I won't do it
I won't do it.
I won't write a poem about you.
I won't write a poem with romantic undertones
With less than clear allusions
With more than obvious implications.
I won't do it.
I won't compare your eyes to the ocean,
Or a cloudless summer sky,
Or an endless waterfall.
I won't do it.
I won't describe the hardness of your jaw—
So sharp you could cut diamonds—
With perfect cadence and semi-awkward meter.
I won't do it.
I won't go on pretending
That this poem isn't exactly what I said
I wouldn't do.
This poem is about:
Me