If you wrote me a letter of hate
I would frame it,
simply for its divine soliloquies,
and to see my name
written by your hand,
a brilliant mess of scribbles,
which I would imagine to be
your twisted endearment.
If you wrote me a letter of indifference
I would burn it in oil,
and bake it into a poisoned pie,
to be sent to your address
immediately.
If you wrote me a letter of love,
I would write one back,
and after a while,
if we stopped writing,
and started speaking instead,
and made love every day,
and the ordinary jealousies
and domesticities won out,
we would grow bored
and never write again.
Love those last four lines.
thank you so much.
What praise can I possibly bestow that I haven’t already? Another masterpiece that tears the guts out and shows them to us, the readers. “Touch your fear, don’t be afraid…”
I love that quote and I love this comment. Thank you.
I love how you always seem to say something surprising (ok maybe it is just surprising to me) and I come away from reading your poems with this intense jealousy (now why didnt I think of that kind of thing) and an unabashed desire to steal your ideas and run with them myself (thats meant to be a sincere form of flattery by the way LOL) Keep writing, I’ll keep reading!
I love everything about this comment. Steal and rip apart my poems and my ideas, which aren’t mine anyway (we all have our muses) and let me read your creations.
Loved it!
thanks : )
Oh love! So desired, so feared, and then there is the mundane reality
beautifully stated.
Until you met someone new that inspired you to write!
We fall in love, we make love, we fight, we get bored, we break up, we move on, we meet someone, we do it all over again.
yes.
Haha glad you agree!
I was actually trying to figure out how to add something to what you said. You were hitting nails all over the place.
Hitting nails is my specialty, metaphorically speaking of course! Don’t ask me to hang a picture though. Please do proceed though with adding something!
I can’t! You were just…right.
Awww, well next time I will try not to hit so many nails! *smirk* I thought maybe you were going to say something about finding “the one” that would break the cycle but Im guessing you’re too cynical for that!
Most absolutely, I am. Well. For me, in any case.
Yeah I kind of intuited that much! Im on the fence really, Im cynical enough not to believe and romantic enough to still hold out hope!
Perhaps it will happen for you, then.
I guess the problem lies in the fact that I like to idealize love to such a degree that the real thing would probably feel more like a cold shower, you just stay in long enough to do what you have to and then you get out as fast as possible.
how do you idolize it?
I idealize it by having a completely unrealistic concept of what it should be like and I romanticize it to the point that nobody could ever live up to the standard I’ve set in my head about it. Well at least not yet anyway.
I think I do that, too. Or I did. And then I discovered…well, lots of things. No point in making ourselves miserable for something that doesn’t exist.
That’s very true and to an extent I’ve given up trying to define what it should be. I wouldn’t say I’m miserable though, picky and patient but not miserable!
good. i would not wish anyone to be miserable.
Me either! Btw you’re like the fastest replier I’ve ever seen haha!
😀
Another emoticon? *sigh*
oh whoops. (laughysmile)
Hahaha thanks! Sorry I’m so difficult, I typically use my laptop but when Im at work I have to use the trusty ol’ WP app. I always assume a blank message is some type of emoji but without knowing which one its hard to know how to respond.
I might have to start doing it, though, just to give myself something to laugh at.
Well if you need a laugh then I am happy to oblige!
Eating a poisoned pie would be a great way to die. When did the future switch from being a promise to threat?… I love it. Nothing is superior to sporadic madness.
Your words are light and darkness all at once. They are how I feel.
I think we just same pies.
poisoned.
perfect.
we.
yes! oh the dreaded routine of “love.”
yes. that. sigh.
I feel at that point there are arguments just to spice it up. Sad.
arguing is far superior to not arguing, however.
lmao oh the painful truth
indeed : )
Really liked this poem. I have to say that the poisoned pie is my favorite part of this too. Though, I like the idea of framing hate mail.
Haha, thank you : )
Reblogged this on Susan Daniels Poetry and commented:
human nature–in a poem or a pie.
So true, Shrinks. Love the poisoned pie.
Thank you so much.
Had to reblog this–you are so GOOD.
You are SO good! I love your work and it is a complete honor to be re-blogged by you. Thank you.
My pleasure–really, So glad you stumbled over my bitch-March poem.
me too! I only comment when something really moves my brain, and your poetry always does.
Thanks–it’s a mutual thing!