Just–

I know what you can do.

You can manually activate that crucial spark with a four dollar rose

With which everything after becomes predetermined, destined, true to the “flow”

You can caramelize a girl’s cold-rusted heart with an accidental brush of your skin

Of course,  it’s not accidental at all.

And what else? You can physically induce romantic love by distilling

The disillusionment of infinity

A formula you use for every pretty girl’s heart.

I know what you can do.

You can cut the crap.

Just stop.

Spare the world of those pathetic miseries

Of calls unreturned, lies unregistered, unproven, uncovered

A cunning thief in the skin of a prince

From a fairy tale.

You, can cut the crap.

The world does not need a love like this.

This kind of love, so short-lived and wasted and idiotic, dies out

Like an innocent candle-flame stranded on a desolate island

Where the crocodile-skinned giants spit

On its insignificant flicker.

So,

Just cut the crap.

For the world does not need a love like this.

This kind of love–

Just–

.

By Kim. T

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2 comments

  1. Kim · February 4, 2011

    Hehe. No typical love poems from me. ;D

  2. slpmartin · February 1, 2011

    Oh and for one brief moment I thought this was going to be one of the typical love poems…this was far more interesting…thanks!

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