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[rozk]

Realism

Perhaps your love's a folly in my head.
Some words you meant in kindness, or a glance
you meant for someone else. This whole romance
scraps of emotion misinterpreted.

And my determination to be chaste
and walk away from offers never made
mere lust with self-importance overlaid,
no grand emotion. Shabby tawdry waste.

But still transfigured by a word or phrase
that you inspired. None of us ever choose
which random person will become a Muse.
Each poet knows that all the words she says

are lies, since every girl we hope to screw
will get a sonnet, or if lucky, two.

Comments

[krissie-r.livejournal.com]

I love it! Especially those last two lines :D

[pickledginger.livejournal.com]

Wonderful! And if I'd had a cup of coffee, it'd be splattered all over the pc after those last two lines.