Poetic Lustiss

Entering the single world again brought me back to the last major time in my life I was single: high school.  I bought my favorite movie from high school, Singles, and watched it twice in one day.  It is just as awesome and appropriate now as it was then (only now I'm older than the characters instead of younger).  Other than the movie, as an adult I handled my being-a-singleton situation very differently than I did as a teenager.  As an adult, I wanted to get back my twenties, and trashy one night stands seemed to be the logical and sensible way to do that.  As a teenager, I used poetry as my outlet.  Sappy, depressing, pathetic poetry.

In high school I was in love every five minutes.  I recently pulled out my old poetry books and there are poems entitled Just Love Me, I Will Always Love You, and A Dream Come True.  Each one is dedicated to a different boy (that's right, I made a note at the bottom of the page to whom the poem was dedicated).  I also, not so shockingly when you fall in love every five minutes, got my heart broken every five minutes.  Poems entitled Are You Sorry, When Will I See You Again, and Why were also dedicated to different boys.  Looking back, I wasn't in love with any of those boys (well, maybe one or two) but it seems I had a flare for the dramatic.  Not like now, when I'm super calm and easy going.  You don't agree?  Well, who asked you?  You don't know my life!  Ahem, where was I?  Oh, yeah, calm and easy going.

Who wants to read one of my totally amazing and profound high school love poems?  Everyone does?  Well, okay, here goes:

Violets Are Blue

If you ask me why

I still love you

I'll say we are through

If you ask me why

my eyes are watering

I'll say I'm looking at you

If you ask me why

my heart is broken

I'll say I've been hurt

If you ask me why

I feel pain

I'll say you treated me like dirt

If you ask me why

I'm so lonely

I'll say you aren't here

If you ask me why

I miss you

I'll say I need you near

If you ask me why

I ache inside

I'll say I have to cry

If you ask me why

I hide it all

I'll say it's a lie

If you ask me why

I'm writing this

I'll say it's for you

And if you ask me why

I am so sad

I'll say violets are blue.

Do you have a tear in your eye?  You should.  If you don't, it's possible you're dead inside because what you just read was magic.  Did you get that part at the end?  I'm the violet!  Deep, huh?  And this is just one of many gems.  I'm willing to release more upon request.