I love someone on TV
I’m half convinced that he loves me.
He never calls, or texts, or writes
I only see him Thursday nights.
He never looks me in the eye
In fact he often walks on by
From scene to scene, from girl to girl
Like he can’t see me in his world
He says his lines (yeah, it’s all script)
And I can’t get enough of it!
At the point when I feel done
He wants to, you know, be “the one”
The hero, yeah, the only guy
As if on cue, he starts to cry.
**** it all, I love this man!
He’s got this Emmy in the can…
“In love someone on TV?”
Not really but I outta be
All that nothing that I get
I’m tired of your disrespect-
It’s over.
…P.S. I remembered you only read poems that rhyme. Enjoy.