Poems from klunardi
I remember the first day I looked in the mirror and said,
“Not good enough.”
I saw the red blotches on my face,
The rolls on my stomach...
When poets fall in love,
The gods themselves weep
For they know of the souls,
The minds,
The hearts
That will be unhinged
And yet mended....
I want to be like the horizon.
So breathtaking and inexplicable,
Possessing the ability to make a grown man fall silent
And yet so easily...
Dearest lover,
I awoke this morning to find you had gone.
No note,
No flower,
No sign of your existence at all
Except for the sour taste...
This is a poem for the next girl to break my heart.
I will write angry poems about you.
Post them on billboards.
Pray to a God that I don’...