If love wasn’t so romanticized,
would it still be the same?
would it give me butterflies when i see you?
would it still make my heart flutter when you smile?
would it be purer, sweeter, less pressured to exist?
or would it exist all the same,
like it always has?
idk i was thinking about how love is portrayed by the media
‘are you lonely?’
my reflection asks,
her fingertips touching mine.
‘no,’ i smile
‘i have you.’
maybe my own company isn’t so bad after all.
thank god i can’t write good poetry
the best poetry comes from pain and hurt if you ask me
so although i can’t write like i used to
at least it means i’m doing alright
hurting is healing
a ne edle
to all my lovers,
the bits of myocardium
you borrowed from me.
you may return them to this address:
150 Mediastinum Lane
Thoracic Cavity, DNR
— The End —