Bear with me, love. I’m learning.
A love poem, of sorts.
By Ashe LawsonPublished 6 months ago • Updated 6 months ago • 1 min read
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I’ve been talking wedding plans
On a melting planet.
Your place or mine?
I’m not the first in my family to be mentally ill.
Love is love and
Love is logistics.
Is this how I write a love poem?
See, the thing is,
I don’t believe that I am real.
I’m a series of declarative,
Absurd statements,
And a well-chosen font.
Here, though,
The odd rebuttal:
You have a mustache
That hides a scar
(You am
Therefore I are.)
Is this what to be loved is?
That I see you
And I believe?
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