i wish you loved me
not you, too
what is so bad with saying “love”?
it isn’t what you say, it’s how
you say it. love’s not ownership.
it is a song, a thunderstorm,
a breeze. it’s not a thing at all.
but still i wish you loved me
yes, you do
Tag: Poetyr
Clay Monsters
It is nothing to be proud of
So often
We build our heroes
From the clay of pervasive opinion
And the water provided us daily by
The shifting fluid of popular thought
Ungenuine and ugly
Creatures of our own devising
Never stepping far enough away
To see the monstrosities
We have wrought
For what they are
