I wrote this in 2012. Stuff was happening back then. These days, my quiet life is unencumbered by angry poems about silly boys. (Primarily because I’m married to Idris.) Happy Friday.
it is advisable that we not remain friends.
i will sabotage your efforts.
you will bring this new girl to me,
forgetting that our failed transition from
friends to something more is as fresh as the
gash you created on my heart,
and you will ask me that silly question of
“what do you think?”
and i will respond about her niceness and pleasantness
and casually mention that hopefully her meanness
will go away,
and you will wonder about this meanness you hadn’t
seen before, and i will assure you
that women know women, and i see it there, that meanness,
lurking right alongside her lazy eye and her obvious materialism.
and i don’t want to do this to you.
so don’t bring her before me, ok,
and don’t bring her up, and don’t suggest
this friendship that we obviously can never have.
just let me tend to my poor, weak heart, and
just keep away from me.
or, rather, stay over there,
close enough where i can see you,
but far enough that my poor heart and i
can pretend you’re no longer there.
April 29, 2016 at 2:54 pm
amen.
May 3, 2016 at 2:26 pm
Hmmmm. *Deep sigh*
There’s always that one silly boy that thinks the transition from “something” to “staying friends” will be seamless.
There’s always that one even sillier boy that thinks that this transition will be generous enough to accommodate the introduction of the new object of his affections.
After all, what are hearts for, if not to be trampled upon. Utter nonsense!
PS: There’s something so courteous about “It is advisable that we not remain friends.” I imagined a female character from a Jane Austen novel penning a resolute letter with that exact introduction. 😀
May 3, 2016 at 2:39 pm
I will take that Austen-esque vision you had of the title, and I will accept it with heartfelt thanks and Austen fangirling. LOL
Le deep sigh. You said it: silly boys. I became quite tired of the pasted on smiles that came from meeting the girls that filled the roles I felt I was supposed to have. So much NONSENSE. Nevertheless, thank goodness. In hindsight (always clear), those roles and those silly boys weren’t meant for me. But they made for fantastic, cathartic poetry. 😉