See the thing is: I suck at poetry
and I thought that maybe this time, since
I was writing about you, it’d turn out well–
That my having felt new and nice things would
give me words and sounds.
I wanted to compare myself
to dead land, and you to spring rain
because I finally understood those first few
lines of The Waste Land.
April is the cruellest month
and it was cruel of me to offer myself up so
freely to be stirred
–the way you danced to Young Thug
–the way your voice shook every time you spoke up
–the way you looked in glasses and white t-shirts
–the way you listened to me
When we talked about ennui
and wanting to be liked.
It was cruel of you to offer yourself up so
freely to be loved
by someone who had not loved
not for a long time
not in this godforsakendamnedcountrytheunitedstatesofamerica
It was a cruel summer
when we walked together
under umbrellas in warm July rain
and I temporarily fell in love
with this godforsakendamnedcountrytheunitedstatesofamerica
And then it stopped raining.
Post submitted by Kanyin