Dark Muse
11-03-2010, 12:48 AM
This poem is meant to be a parody of itself. I began writing a poem which was stirred by a genuine memory but after the first few lines I was revolted by the thought that it was going to end up sounding exactly like the sort of thing I cannot stand, which is angsty love poems, so I flipped it around so the poem ended up making fun of itself.
I Don't Write Love Songs
I heard that song
on the radio
and it took me back
to a memory
buried inside
but these words I try to write
fill me with dread,
not because of you
or because of me
and the history in between,
but I never liked
heartbreak songs
and I don't cry
in the dark,
and I don't want
people to think
this is a love song
because it never
was about romance,
and I don't want
people to think
this is a plea
for sympathy
because I never
sing that tune,
I just wanted
to write about that day
while the song played
and we laughed
like the sunshine
but all I can do is wonder
was that only an
illusion too?
I Don't Write Love Songs
I heard that song
on the radio
and it took me back
to a memory
buried inside
but these words I try to write
fill me with dread,
not because of you
or because of me
and the history in between,
but I never liked
heartbreak songs
and I don't cry
in the dark,
and I don't want
people to think
this is a love song
because it never
was about romance,
and I don't want
people to think
this is a plea
for sympathy
because I never
sing that tune,
I just wanted
to write about that day
while the song played
and we laughed
like the sunshine
but all I can do is wonder
was that only an
illusion too?