Love poems seem empty to me
How do we string words together
For someone other than ourselvesI have never written them
I don't plan to write them
Because they are emptyCompliments given in them
Are much too bland and general
Talk of love is overratedWe speak of physical beauty
And praise their eyes
Praise their body and yetWe never truly speak of their mind
We romanticize ordinary features
And pretend to love themLove poems are empty
They are much too cliche
Yet they're a big dealI could not tell you
Why I hated them so
Maybe because I didn't write themOr because I never had a subject
To dote upon
Other than myselfI have not written them off completely
Don't get me wrong
But love poems are hard to makeLove poems are hardly real
But maybe someday
I'll write one
ESTÁ A LER
Silent Screams
PoesiaPoems I wrote myself. All of them are original. (Can be triggering.)