You confuse karate with love.
You punch, kick, and block.
You master the form,
Practice and practice.
You remember the creed.
Karate is not love.
You don’t kickstart the heart,
You can’t block love out,
Or punch it into submission.

I confuse love with poetry.
I read, write, and dream.
I master the edict of the pen,
Recite and recite.
I remember the sonnets.
Poetry is not love.
You don’t stanza the heart,
You can’t make a metaphor out of love,
Or personify it into breathing.

When will we learn?
When will you stop kicking Cupid?
When will I stop serenading him?
When will we stop this silly interpretation of love?

I don’t know,
But I’ll stop if you stop too.

I don’t care
Here, I said it
I don’t care
If you break my heart or save it
I don’t care
I couldn’t resist you anyway baby
You’re body is calling me
My mind is giving in
I didn’t want to play
Knowing I would lose this game
Take me, guide me
Cupid got good aim
And if I want you any given day
Who is it to blame?

bodies fit together
and sometimes they don't.
cupid struck me with a billion arrows,
each with precision and force.
i guess he was so focused on me he forgot about you.

you coursed through my veins,
ran laps in my head.
you filled me to the brim.
my love for you ran deep
but the feeling was not mutual.
you see, when he tells you he cares,
he means only when it is convenient for him.

listen when i say:
one-sided love
is not really love at all,
simply adoration.
and i know now that i deserved better
than anything you had to offer.
you taught me to not beg for what does not want to stay.

bodies fit together
and sometimes they don't
and although i promised myself i'd get over it,
i still like to think that it hurt you too
j.c.

She grazed my eyes
with an arrow set to stun.
She put another through my soul
and I fell hard, so very hard.
The next one is for my heart
and I am helpless to her
fatal shot.