This Poem Isn’t About Love.
It’s about lines ripped from cinema,
and sad songs played on repeat.
About rooftop talks on cold snowy nights,
and late night drives through brightly
lit neighborhoods.
It’s not about love.
It’s about Tequila chased with limes,
and the bitter taste of feelings.
About midnight trips with no destination,
and tears that flow into cups of
full cocoa.
It’s not about love.
It’s about sleepless nights in
the company of strangers.
About promises full of meaningless words,
and lips that taste like whiskey sour.
It’s not about love.
It’s about pictures as fake as the words that caption them,
and the pangs of jealousy they inspire.
About friends blinded by a simple smile,
and the mask they only remove for you.
It’s not about love.
It’s about loneliness and loss,
anger and sadness.
About expectations and disappointment,
about hurt and betrayal.
This isn’t a poem about love,
Whatever that is…
Me & a mask 