queer-with-a-pen

ballad of a foolish man

mama didn’t raise no quitter

but she sure as hell

raised a fool

 

i am a fool

for hope

for love

for you

 

and for this

bottle of vodka

like drinking the whole

thing will actually help

and not just make me

puke my brains out

later

 

and i have so much

love to give

but mostly to those

that don’t know what

real and true

love is

 

and the chokehold

hope has on me

only tightens

 

but i have learned

to let it, lover

eating matches to

burn off the darkness

inside and leave only

love and light and hope

and you you you

Comments1

  • LAWLESS

    So many great lines. It’s a realistic love poem expressing hope so well.

    I hope that vodka didn’t make you hurl!

    • queer-with-a-pen

      I’ve written many a love poem about the same person this time, and this one is definitely in my top three favorites. I also just really like the unabashed hope in love poems.

      I also have yet to get sick from drinking, which I’m taking as a sign I just haven’t drank enough! (Not gonna push my luck, though 😁)



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