Someone tell me when I became a love poet
A walking stereotype
Can’t get anything but love off my mind
It *****

Can’t think of anything to type as my fingers hover over the keyboard
Can I say something that doesn’t make me seem like a love sick poet
But I can’t
Because I’ve stopped talking about what matters
As my mind is wrapped up in him
The same way my body wants to be

A love sick poet with no experience of real love
Or that’s what they say I am
I stopped writing about the girls that I see in my dreams and started writing about the boys I let walk Over me

This love thing seems to sell
Pretending I’m broken when really I’m not
Over exaggerating the story for my extra 15 minutes of fame
Pretending to be happy when the camera faces me

I’m not broke and I’m not happy
I’m just a love sick poet