February 10th, 2009

I hate poetry
About nature
And how beautiful it is

And I hate poetry
About the city
And how ugly it is

I hate cliched love poems that have
"I've never been in love" written all over them
Because love isn't sitting in a tree
And love isn't forever

Love is the curve of her breast as she
puts out a cigarette in your favourite chair, and
for some reason you don't give a fuck.
Love is her hips jutting out and brushing yours and
that nearly sick feeling you get in the pit of your stomach holding something
so beautiful and dirty and used and, watching her mascara
slowly drift over time to her cheeks and knowing your eyeliner is
probably doing an even better job.

It's the sound you make when you're kissing
and you've lost control over your vocal cords.
You can forget falling in love with the right person
or living happily ever after because she'll
probably leave you for some man with a penis
much larger than your fist and call you up when she's
drunk and apologize but she still loves you,
she just can't be with you and so you hang up the phone
and throw it against the wall until it breaks into pieces
and then you punch the pieces like they did you wrong
until your knuckles are bloody.

That's what love is.