Know Your Conversions Poem by sammi ama

i don’t think
that i am
capable of love.

i was created
to only provoke
the goriest emotions
that make your heart pain
as the blood
swims desperately through your veins.

i was constructed
to be tall and majestic,
to shade you
with violently calming shadows.

when i was painted,
i was brushed and stroked into a masterpiece
with inhumane promises
so i could inspire
your truest heartbreak.

no, i am not
capable of love;
it’s okay though,
i know what it’s made of.