She said that she really wanted to get to know me.

I told her to simply read my poetry.

I simply did not know

Enough, not to let my truest feelings show.

So she dumped me,

And all of my poetry.

She sadi that she had read too much pain,

So why am I to blame?

This angst that I hold

Makes my poetry rather bold.

I told her to read a sonnet of love,

So often, this is what I am made of.

Too late she said,

Too much angst in my head.

She told me that she really wanted to know me,

So I told her to read some poetry.

Poets shoot from the heart, from the hip,

Instead she spewed forth some arcane lip.

I missed her, it's true,

But I knew exactly what I should do.

I wrote yet another verse,

Nothing could be worse,

Than not to be appreciated,

Just look at what I initiated.

She told me that she really wanted to get to know me,

So that she could see if I were truly free.

What it was is that she didn't appreciate

All of the love that I have, it's too late

For her to ever see me again,

Too bad she missed the love, for the pain.

06/20/2008

Author's Note: .. true stuff... after a couple of dates, this woman wanted to read my stuff, when she did, she dumped me.... unfortunate, but of all the things that I am... I have been, and forever will be a poet.....

Posted on 06/20/2008
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