Symbol of Love

I’m not gonna lie--

You’ve got a pretty boy face and that

Good ol’ “southern charm” going on but I just wanna clarify something,

Ya know,

Off the record.

 

I

Could write a love poem

About anyone. Which is something you obviously

Can’t understand.

I could meet someone and count

On one hand

The consequential conversations

We’ve had and still sit down and say

That just seeing him,

Even for the slightest moment,

Is enough to make my day, even if we don’t talk.

I could write about I’d watch him walk

Consistently away from me because

I’d never mean anything to him anyway.

And I

Could not say a word to him

For weeks,

See nothing but

Sneak peeks through so many broken

Snap streaks

And yet you would still have the audacity

To call me “obsessed.”

But I guess,

That must be true because

It’s coming from you

And I thought you knew

Me better than anyone.

But you’ve got the subject all wrong.

 

I quote more heartaches than you’ve ever faced--

It’s not my fault your lies

all sound the same--

and I cite eyes

as blue as the clearest sky

because it’s been my favorite color for

as long as I can remember.

You don’t have a monopoly

On blue eyes

Nor a monopoly on every lie

That’s ever been said to me by some s****y guy

That I gave way too many chances

And under any other circumstances,

I would gladly be your friend but after months of searching

For someone who may’ve

Only existed in my mind, I’ve decided

These wounds are too deep to mend and

I’m done.

 

But apparently,

I can’t write without it being about you

And I can’t see

Through my muddled view

Of someone I used to trust with all

My heart

Who now only exists as a part

Of a past I can never

Get back. So thank you

For taking away my solace in a world that’s nothing short

Of a mess

And for assuming every word I write

Has to be

About the last boy I liked

When the reality is:

Your face is just a symbol I happened to choose

Because--with who you are now--

I could never love you.