love poems
Love poems for hopeless romantics; I'm the poet and you're my muse.
Hearts Are on Backorder
Cupid’s missive arrived at dawn. Crisp parchment, embossed seal, the kind that smells faintly of longing. A formal rejection, folded once. Love is unavailable at this time, it read. Your heart, a bureaucratic backlog. Appeals can take six to eight lifetimes. The aorta collapsed in protest. Veins threatened a walkout.
By Tiffany Harris2 years ago in Poets




