Anti-Love Poem #1
When you've loved someone,
As much as you're capable of,
Just let them go. Even better,
Don't write about them- ever.
If you must, let it be once only
And let that be as their epitaph.
Let the seasons and the wind
Sweep away the painful memories
Don't try to re-start fire from a faded puff of smoke.
And give yourself some time to recover.
If you must write thousands of lines
About what went wrong, or why,
For gods sake burn it- burn it quickly
Don't leave it lying around for others eyes to see
And for the dance line to start forming behind you:...
How can each book end the same words?
Why we know the thoughts of others,
although never heard?
Man is a genie, out of the lamp
Man is a king, but also a tramp.
How can the forest lack for a tree?
How we make due with the least of all these?
Man is a vagrant, within his soul