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darling bardling

what kind of love

do i think i deserve?

a thing that yields poems

sweet platitudes and flowery words

but no romance

a loveless and lonely 

kind of something?

 

and sure, love can be elating

wouldn’t be such a popular topic

of poems and songs and ballads

if it weren’t

 

but an unforgiving love

can be such a hollow feeling

like having my chest opened

and emptied

and sewn up again

 

and i know what that’s really like, too

but this kind of love is more numbing

than cut nerve endings

and the scars that that leaves

 

glad to have never been in love

since there are only so many ways

to say that you’ve made me cry

and make it sound appealing

but a bard with a broken heart

is something no one wants to see

a broken heart yields no coin

 

but my heart is weak

my heart is wanting

and i am helpless

in the face of how i feel

how i ache

how i yearn

for you

 

singing your praises

like any good bard would do

even though you’ve never liked poetry

and isn’t that just my luck,

my love?