Before I posted this poem, I sent it to a few of my friends and they all thought I was throwing shade at someone. I laughed and told them that was not the case. I’m still not sure they believe me. However I now feel compelled to share with you the honest origin of this poem.
I was scrolling through Instagram and found a user by the name of “Let me fix my crown”. I thought it was a brilliant name and as I was walking to class the first few lines of the poem wrote themselves. I took on the persona of an angry woman tired of degrading pick up lines, played with rhymes and had a little too much fun. This is the end result. Enjoy !
Let me fix my crown real quick.
Mr. Suave, Mr. Slick, Mr. Boombastic.
With Jokers in abundance,
you can take your pick.
Never mind, you can keep that stick.
‘Cause you must be a dog,
or a frog or a hog,
to be talking to me with that dialogue.
What is the matter with you?
Biting off more than you could possibly chew.
Sweetheart, just how old are you?
Because you must be under the age of two.
Before I get too upset
and say something that I’ll regret
I have an important lesson for you
I think it’s time you learned
that respect is earned
because you’re playing with fire
and you will get burned!
Who are you to make me feel this way?
So caught up on all of the things that you say.
With your sweet lies
Playing the fool to catch the wise.
But are you playing?
I’m just saying, because you must be pretty dumb,
To just come,
And mess up everything I had right.
maybe it’s me?
As far as I can see
I didn’t put up enough boundaries.
Didn’t fight with all my might.
How could I?
I didn’t stand a chance
What do you want from me?
Can you be trusted?
My brain and heart are conflicted.
If the heart listened to the brain
There would be love without pain
And if the heart had its way
It would have lots to say,
on all of the reasons not to let you stray.
How do you love?
I asked the universe.
She replied “from a distance
With a shield
To protect you from the
Bullets of the battlefield.”
And what if that fails?
“Then be prepared to be hit
Straight through the heart
By a poisonous dart”
Does it hurt?
“Well some darts are fake
And can take a while
While some are real and
It’s a pity that both
Venoms feel the same”
How will I know?
Inspired by Shot by Love by Protoje
Okay, I’ll start.
I have all the ingredients to make
The Broken Heart.
First you take a teaspoon of love
The finest quality gifted from above.
Then you add a dash of time,
A little of yours but mostly mine.
Next is a memory or two
Of all the adventures I’ve had with you
Mix them all together and then you pour
All the contents on the floor
The darker the berry
the sweeter the fruit.
What then is the rule
for forbiden fruits?
The longer the wait
the greater the lust
And while we wait.
the fire gets higher.
The more we’re denied
The more we desire.
in a sea of daydreams.
I’m waiting for reality
to take me
and this thinking
has me sinking
deeper in unfamiliar territory
and I worry
that soon I won’t be found
by the time help comes around.
These are uncharted waters
loaded with fears
and time wears
holding a secret
will only reveal it
when she sees fit.
I’m yet to experience life.
That stumbling in at 3am life.
That, let’s never do that again life.
That not remembering who what when, life
I’m yet to experience love.
The without him I can’t breathe love.
The sweetie, baby, honey boo love.
The I’m so madly in love with you love.
I don’t think I want to.