#41: The Bitter Truth (poem)

a rude poem from the archives

when he stalks you online

and then asks for your phone,

remember most, a person’s actions, my love.

when he writes you love poems to stick in the louvre

but tells no one about you, so he won’t look like a fool

remember, love isn’t what a person professes.

when he shows up, wild eyes, frantic

and you hold him gentle in the palm of your hand

remember most, a person’s actions, my love.

when he asks you to share

and then won’t do the same,

when he swears it don’t matter

and wants to meet your parents the next day -

remember, love isn’t what a person professes.

when you spend your month’s coin on concerts for songs he would hum,

and he responds with a snicker,

saying he grew out of their taste

remember most, a person’s actions, my love.

when past fears starts to slip and you shoo them away,

when the echoes of exes come out his airways

take the warnings and run, and run far away -

even the Tin Man knows it’s truth he betrays.

so when he runs for the hills

on the tails of promises he made

just know his words got too big

for his little old brain,

and he’ll blame it on you

take every chance to be cruel

man’s a great speaker, he sure knows what to say

so listen to him on those evenings when you’re feeling gray:

for love isn’t what a person professes,

hate isn’t in the haughty haste.

throw away all the blame and remember most, a person’s actions, my love.