i dont do love
i don’t do lovesick messages written over wooden desks
engraved by the hands missing the touch of another
waiting for the day to be reunited with so-called forever
encapsulating the songs of a million hearts in three words
i don’t do sugar-sweet saccharine novel-bound romance
brimming with rain-filled scenes and confessions of the soul
monologues of the hearts true needs without the other
of soaring spirits and unconditional four-letter everything
i don’t do lifebound handheld dependent partnership
where two melded hearts see each other through
nights and mornings bound to the same cheeks and smiles
affectionate evermore in the kisses of supposed vowed lasting
i dont do this heart-changing soul-altering thing called love
where soulmates for the everafter live in perfect harmony
a picture book match for soulmates in fairytale endings
yet for you, my love, i might rewrite “i do” into my story
