• The word "Requited"... Just doesn't sound right.
    The word "Unrequited," on the other hand,
    has a certain poetry and flow to it
    "Requited" just sounds like you meant to say "Unrequited"
    I don't know a thing about how to write a love poem
    Which is strange, since I have so many of them
    What i do know is how to bring beauty from the hideous
    I am a writer of denials
    Cloaking carnage in cliches
    and digging Deities from the ditch
    I can put lepers in leopard skin
    resurrect dead angels
    and even lift fallen stars in the palm of my hand
    I have the power to transform teen mothers into heroines
    and boil the broken hearts away from the heroin
    I can spoon feed a girl
    everything she's dreamed of hearing Prince Charming say
    since she was 6
    But how am I supposed to write about how I love you?
    I actually love you.
    There's no gimmick here
    No metaphors assigned to your name
    listed in a notebook somewhere
    I refuse to offer recycled words
    to try to trap you between quotation marks
    Before you, I loved in soundbites
    Honesty was just another word
    for similes strung in intricate nets
    that never failed to ensnare their targets
    When I whispered into an ear
    I spilled the same poison that killed King Hamlet
    and kissed those ears closed so no cure could seep in
    I am only just now being reborn
    from a self destruction I designed
    And I stand here before you as a creature more refined
    Purified from the blessing of your lips against my cheek
    You are the only savior I seek
    But how do I make that beautiful?
    Those are just statements.
    Where's the poetry?
    You deserve every image that I held on reserve
    to spit at a whim
    but those words are so dim compared to you
    They're galaxies away from the Truth
    Matches being thrown beside a star
    I'm used to going to far, but never giving enough
    The skin on my hands is tough from being bitten by the mouths I feed
    I've never been good at distinguishing what I want, and what I need
    There's nothing right about what I've done
    Or who I am
    Except you.
    You are everything that's good.
    You're 90s cartoons, 80s movies, and 70s music
    The best of every world
    The sleep I get in a high school desk, Hawaiian Punch,
    and the feeling of the last cigarette I ever smoked
    You're the relief of knowing McCain didn't win the presidential election
    and the excitement of hearing there's a new Xmen movie coming out
    You're a song I've never heard, but I'm damn sure gonna dance to
    So how do I make all that beautiful?
    I don't have to.
    You already did.