Cynic With Love Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

Bias
Every word you say
Every thought you think
Every time you breathe
This ballad is so ridiculous
Your affections and love will wear thin
Those songs and poems so cliché
If only you could see it.
Write me an epic sonnet
To be remembered even when my soul has
Fluttered away
Into an abyss that you cannot reach
Use propaganda to advertise these stupid lies
When you see your love for me is singing gaily
All I hear is a personification
You’ll tire of me soon.
Give me a limerick
No not that place in Ireland
But that one where everything is the same
As it fades-the lion’s mane possesses fame
And soon I forget my name
Before it all becomes quite ridiculous and fun
So that all you feel is a warm sun
That would be a couplet
Then my heart goes BOOM, BANG, and CRASH
Ignorant onomatopoeia
Fighting for life so it’ll stop dying
Over your ridiculous sonnets and limericks and propaganda and personifications
Sigh
Why are your loose lips so inspiring
And heart stopping
And you won’t stop till somebody calls the cop
And even then you’ll start again and just pretend
Like nothing ever happened
You’ll say a meter and
then my heart will teeter
On the edge
Of giving into your enticing little happy love notes
No this is not a meter nothing is quite fitting correctly
But if you listen to a song
Then you just might get it
Well really only half of it because it wasn’t supposed to be this
It wasn’t supposed to go along with the song at the very end
And I’m running out of time your words are confusing
And hurting my mind
So we won’t stop until somebody calls the cops and even then we’ll start again and just pretend that nothing ever happened.

(some of this came from-and was inspired by-Loose Lips by Kimya Dawson)