A Fuckboy and A Failed “I Love You Too”A Poem by G Lucas Kolthof
Get high with
your supposed to be boyfriend. Realize he's an a*****e as he ignores you for 3 hours playing on his phone while texting his actual boyfriend. Realize you don't love anyone, (not even yourself) as you sit in a McDonalds parking lot for those 3 hours writing someone else's name on the foggy window. Realize you like writing in pen because it's more permanent than you'll ever be. Realize you can't tell anyone your dream occupation because they call author and failure in the same hand. Just because my hero is Allen Ginsberg doesn’t mean I'll grow up to be like him. Tons of people love Superman but none of them can fly. I would love you like villain to kryptonite, but that doesn't mean I can have you. He says he loves me But he only loves my physical. He will never listen to the hollow echo as he knocks on me at night. His ears are not tuned to the belly flop of my "I love you too" " "too" because I'd be “too” much of a liar if I said it first. He wonders why I whisper to him in Cherokee. It's so I can pronounce the last syllable wrong and the foundation of the word crumbles, breaking So I can whisper sweet nothings in his ear and it still sounds sincere because he never noticed me choking on the syllables Because he is still deaf to the dead pang of the words as they fall and shatter around us. My words are counterfeit and he still doesn't see the light catch false fog scented lies falling from my ugly mouth like stones slipping out of child’s hands disrupting the stillness of a puddle. My tears spell out "liar" in my dreamt up daughter’s running mascara and he is still blind. He keeps saying that I've been "quiet" He doesn’t know if I opened my mouth my entire being would spill out and he'd see all of the disguises. I am made up of empty truths and stuffed to the brim lies. And if he could /really/ look into my eyes I'm sure he'd be able to hear the heavy echo of my mind screaming someone else's name as my body screams his. But for now, my little moans cover the emptiness and clearing my throat will have to do for covering the false "love you too” And the poorly lit room will just have to work. If he saw my eyes screaming "I don’t love you anymore too” He'd never want to catch up to me while running towards fading light. Paint me as a bad man, And I will paint the night sky for myself. Because these stars are only for those who are damned tonight with house blues lies and pop choruses of truth " Damn, even the radio mocks us tonight. © 2018 G Lucas Kolthof |
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1 Review Added on April 13, 2018 Last Updated on April 13, 2018 AuthorG Lucas KolthofHamilton, ON, CanadaAboutI am a trembling canvas, a broken heart, a healing soul, and a cherished promise to those I love. I write from the depths of my emotions in hopes to move my audience. Please enjoy. more..Writing
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