I'm sick of all the love songs

All the shallow, silly words

The hormone-filled excitement

And the talk of bees and birds

The anguished declarations

And the unreturned replies

The honeyed complimenting

Of the smiles, lips, and eyes

The angsty, tear-filled breakups

And emotion-filled returns

The drunken, late-night longing

And the petty, post-love burns

Now forgive me if I'm sounding

Just a bit too overzealous

I'm sick of all these love songs

Because secretly I'm jealous