Gently, reverently, you take her soft hands
For her to look up at you with widest of eyes
In her most desperate voice she whispers
“Explain to me then, what love is?”
And then, and then
You whirl at me incredulously
Look right in the eyes of my POV
In indignation, such exasperation
“For fuck’s sake, woman!!”
I know, okay? I know I know
I am her, and she doesn’t know
I’m writing you, so you don’t know
Was kind of hoping to fake my way through it
I know the symptoms well enough
Everyone writes them all the time
A simile down here, an adjective over there
Intricate details, quirks gone un-glimpsed
Tortured descriptions of the plethora of body parts
I eat for breakfast all these romantic arts
It’s not you, it’s her, it’s me
I can never believe my own bullshit
For fuck’s sake, indeed, it’s fitting
I don’t even get a fictional happy ending
I’m killing one of you, by the way