Sorry for the late post, y’all….as Tobias hypothesized, yesterday was full of work (night shift sucks), grading papers, proctoring exams, and research. So I completely forgot to write my post. To make up for it, I’m going to share a bit of poetry with you. I wrote this in my poetry seminar earlier this semester. Enjoy!
What Love Is
Love is not thoughtless,
taking the bullet meant for him,
expiring in an easy out,
with a shallow “I love…”
causing a romantic stain like the blood on his shirt
for the rest of his days.
Love is deliberate,
crushing the prescription pills,
consciously choosing torturous existence
on a day when just breathing is hell,
because even your agonized brain knows
there would be no kiss of peace
for the walking dead man behind your coffin.