I don’t write love poems
Never with my pen
I didn’t know that I hid everything that I felt
Now my tears are doing all of the writing
I have left rivers flowing in every room of my house
I can’t swim in them or I will drown
I move out of the way when I come across them
And every time I see the river flowing, I am thinking of you
I am always thinking of you
You won’t save me
And I won’t save me
I will sit in my sorrow until I can’t cry anymore
Until the rivers dry up
Until I stop loving you
Angelica Flores
2 responses to “I Don’t Write Love Poems”
This reminded me a bit of Octavio Paz’s story about his love affair with a wave, “Mi vida con ola” I think it’s called.
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I have not read it! That sounds interesting…a wave?
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