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This isn't A Poem

This isn't a poem about how I don't like to get drunk

because I show that, maybe,

I'm not as strong as I say I am.

There will be no metaphors comparing your eyes

to the most beautiful of nights, or

how I search them constantly like a map

afraid to see that you've finally gotten lost.

I won't add any clever line breaks to represent

the juxtaposition of our personalities.

I can only write poems about the terrible things in my life, and you

are nothing of the sort.

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Written by
jenna-richardson
American
Published
Dec 9, 2013
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