It’s Bad Poetry Friday again! I’m going to retire this feature soon, I think, because as much crappy poetry as I have stocked up, I really don’t think it’s necessary to inflict it upon the world.
But I have a couple more recent poems like this one that I’m going to share for fun. This one’s a short, free-form poem with an obvious point—subtlety is not my strong suit.
Sight by J. Sevick
Don’t tell me you loved me
At first sight
Tell me you loved me
When you heard my joke about peanuts
When you saw me feeding pigeons the rest of my pretzel
When we both loved the robot documentary
When I sent you that playlist
When I didn’t care about you helping your ex move
When I found the perfect gift for your mother
When I made you cookies
When I taught you French
When we shared nachos at the baseball game
When I remembered your favorite movie
Love me for the things I do
The things I say
The way I think
Not the way I look
The real question is
Can you see me?