no love here
Bear with me as I reintroduce myself to poetry. This one is pretty literal, but what can I say? I’m a lyricist. Kill me.
The one, my future, realistic and real.
Then: a twisted gut, churned thoughts, being half alive and two years.
There’s no love here.
A dream, my firework, a love fantasy in peach.
Then: my spirit bounces to a beat, but the tune is off key.
I loved you, dear.
A darling in the sunlight, a sweet voice and eyes.
I would invite you in,
But there’s no love here.