i would write a poem today
but it would be an explanation
of why valentine’s day roses
smell like a funeral to my olfactory
or
it would be about love
a thousand times lost
perhaps
a few lines about never having the one your being can’t help but want
i would write a poem today
but the world doesn’t need
another maudlin fucking poem
it needs a poem about
the grand selfless act of forgiveness
and being forgiven
and now i find
in spite of myself
i wrote a love poem