Day Sixteen

Love Poem No.22

this sunset's nothing special

and I never wonder if your eye's cast on it

that time you went away, I never thought about you once

everything is so, so simple

there are no qualms, nothing to consider

when you told me I Do Too, I felt nothing at all

it doesn't matter anyway
because I never want to see your face

I suppose it's fiendishly complex

I utterly loathe you with every. single. atom.



I've put today's prompt - to write a poem full of lies - after the poem in this post because it changes the meaning. I don't suppose this is a particularly clever response; it's really an exercise in opposites but I suppose it's fun in a simple sort of way. I think my favourite part is the title.



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