Once upon a time, I had a fiancee. That time passed, but the awful, shallow, pedantic poetry I wrote remained. And one day, I was going to throw all of them away.

But I didn’t.

I made them weirder. Stronger. Funnier than before.

And then I ran out of those poems, and kept going. I read them in coffee shops. I read them to friends. I read them to my mom. Then I posted them online, where you are! Good for you!

2 Responses to “Psychotic Love Poetry”

  1. Amy Says:

    more psychotic love poetry, more creepy, more questions

  2. ddae Says:

    I should be able to write one a day, every work day. If I’m feeling extra creepy, maybe I’ll post some on the weekends, too. We’ll see how long I can keep this up.

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