Free verse № 44793
how i love
Do you ever use
yourself as a piece of
paper?
Your name covers
my hand.
When it fades, I
write it again.
That's how I love,
quietly.
And when my ink runs
out, I'll
carve it into my flesh.
It will never fade.
That's how I love,
painfully.
I'll even get a
tatoo.
Use a needle and
ink.
That's how I love,
passionately.
You tell me you
don't love me.
Your name is still
inscribed.
I'll never get it
taken off.
That's how I love,
endlessly.
9 comments
Do you have any idea what you're talking about? A humble poet is absolutely the first thing to be taken lightly, followed closely by stop-signs, 'deep thoughts and other abstractions', and dire predictions of global climate change.
And in so doing, may sometimes be taken lightly.
Too much self depreciation can get old quickly.
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