darling bardling

queer-with-a-pen

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?

  • Author: Boaz Priestly (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2020 01:41
  • Category: Love
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  • dusk arising

    You are among people tarred with a similar brush for we all love to write verse when so inspired.

    I can imagine that for you the heartache and longing is compounded for the gay community has part timers who are only true to their desires at short notice and quickly shrink into self denial.

    Very emotional and well expressed writing. Sympathy to you and your quest in these lockdown times. Stay safe and live for a future. On the other side of this coronavirus the world will have become a different place. Some of the changes, whatever they are, may prove to be positives for you.

    • queer-with-a-pen

      I’m better than I should be at being a love poet, and trapping myself in unrequited love. The one saving grace in this is that the man I like is anything but heterosexual, he just doesn’t like me back. Don’t think I even want him to, romantically, anyway. I just wanna be his friend.

      I am looking forward to a near future where I can see my friends again. Once contact is allowed, I’m certain this heartache will lessen. It has before.

      Thank you so much for your kind words, and reading my work. It means a lot that I’m not just “yelling” my poems into the void.



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