the great love poems
are the ones
about love that's
unrequited, or
impossible.
without complications,
the dust simply
settles.
people get used to love
and it becomes a habit,
it remains but sometimes
they'll forget it's still there.
and the poets, they write
about what they'll never have,
and perhaps there is beauty in that,
in the literature of
unending desperation,
but by now I've come
to realise that most poets'd
gladly die for a chance
to write bad poetry
and the habit of
a lifetime.