"NO MORE LOVE POEMS?"
Go ahead and ask me
to write you something happy
as I stare at a page so empty
I can write something trivial
mundane, daily activities
but what’s the difference
with my regular schedule?
There’s no artistic soul
Just me, on an autopilot
You may ask me
to write you a love story
Probably, yours is so much better
while mine’s like, whatever
I can write something true
but perhaps it’ll turn you blue
What can I do?
Do you want me to pretend and lie to you?
Perhaps you need to stop asking me
in the name of pretentious positivity
Why can’t you accept
that for now, I’ve no faith in it?
No more love poems, at least for today
Tomorrow?
Who knows?
Right now, leave these empty pages alone
for I’ve nothing to say.
R.
