He hates writing poetry,
as boys like him often do,
he hates books,
and science fiction
and generally most everything I like.
He clings like a mollusk,
is none too smart,
and often I'm bored with his very existence,
but lord he is sweet
as he spends an hour
writing a fantastically ****** poem
to repair what I keep breaking.
Poem in hand,
he lays his heart at my feet,
and in one swift motion
I stomp on it.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
He hates writing poetry,
as boys like him often do,
he hates books,
and science fiction
and generally most everything I like.
He clings like a mollusk,
is none too smart,
and often I'm bored with his very existence,
but lord he is sweet
as he spends an hour
writing a fantastically ****** poem
to repair what I keep breaking.
Poem in hand,
he lays his heart at my feet,
and in one swift motion
I stomp on it.
