Whatever the reason, my poetry career has greatly benefited from the fact that, from the ages of 7 to 23, I could fall in love at the drop of a hat. The girls and women I fell in love with have walked away from this experience with mixed results.
I was more upset about being dumped than I thought I would be, especially considering that I was still pretty unsure about her. Yeah, she was pretty, but she wasn’t funny! It’s not that she didn’t have a sense of humor—she thought I was funny—but how do you have multiple extended conversations with someone who isn’t funny?
I selected this poem today for one simple reason: this post needed to be short.
I could strum an acoustic guitar, but my main role in the band was lead singer, seeing as everyone else in the band was either too shy or too tone-deaf to sing.
I think I knew going into that summer that I was about to end things, but I wanted to enjoy a few more months of fun and sex and I didn’t have the nerve to face a summer where half of my friends hated me for hurting Aeris, which was unavoidable.