My Poetry

Sonnet 1: A Love Poem

Sonnet 1: A Love Poem

I’m exactly what you said I would be.

The sin, the stain, the blood, the pain, the wrath, the greed.

I’m nothing more than you thought of me.

I’m just like your nightmares, except I bleed.

 

My blood reeks of salty teardrops and hate.

It reeks of soggy darkness and gray fruit.

Reeks of the high-calorie taste of weight.

Reeks of the sinister snarl of a brute.

 

I’m a brute because you want me to be.

I’m a brute because you want me to be.

I’m a brute because you want me to be.

I’m a brute because you said love would be.

 

Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love.

I’m a breathing trace you can’t get rid of.

 

Thanks for reading! Writing a sonnet was definitely hard, and I broke from the form a small pinch, but it was interesting trying to write in the same form as Shakespeare. Comment your thoughts below! And if you haven’t already, subscribe! Happy Sunday! 

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