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Amelia: a broken promise.

by Andrew S Adams

why don't we start by cutting the bullshit.
this is not a love poem. there are things
in the world that bear less certainty than
others, but this is death-and-taxes concrete,
this is not a love poem.

though, i wouldn't say that it is a work
borne of hate or spite or any malevolence,
it simply can not be what i refuse it to be
and that is a work borne of love-
because love, love is a magnificant thing
too magnificant for my mind to coil itself around
and i refuse to grant myself the artistic liscense
to use such a grandiose concept to describe anything
that i am responsible for.

though, there are few words that really make sense
in any context, espescially in this one. but it would
be completely irresponsible for me to just flat out
say that i felt this way about you-

it would be more responsible for me to say that
i enjoy your company, or to say that you
make me happier than i can typically say,
or to say that i think that you're beautiful-

but i digress.
this is not a love poem,
i promise.


Posted on 05/25/2005
Copyright © 2022 Andrew S Adams

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/25/05 at 02:45 AM

Both hilarious and serious...what dichotomy! Not to mention a fun trip in reverse romantic psychology. Well done Andrew!

Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 05/27/05 at 05:19 AM

wow, you really had me going with the premise versus the title. reverse psychology indeed. i love the next to last stanza, it's a pulsing, (and teasingly reluctant) heart.

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