I'm Trying Not To Write A Poem About You

I'm Trying Not to Write A Poem About You

I’m trying not to write a poem about you

Because if I do

Then that means we’re getting serious

And delirious

Thinking that

Us two can do

Anything but make fate furious

Make life smirk

And jerk us around

Lying that we have found that someone

To surround

Ourselves with

Because a relationship between us

Is a myth

It’s a sinking ship

A disjointed hip

A pancake burning on the stove unable to flip

So I’m going to zip my lips

Propelling these emotions into poetry

Vividly describing my fantasies

Of yous and mes

That will make us itch for each other

Because love is like a pack of fleas

It disturbs your normality and formalities

And replaces them with maladies

And fallacies

But yet when you catch my eye I crave to tumble to my knees

And roll around in the pieces of your soul

Forbidden love always takes a toll

But it keeps replaying on my record

Like the good ol’ rock’n roll

And I’ve witnessed how it stole

The opportunities to make things acceptable

Enjoyable

And the unconventional boilable

And I just want to come up with the perfect rhymes

And times

And universes for me and you

But right now the world will clench us and chew

The fragments of beauty that compose us

Degrading us to dust

Oxidizing us into rust

Tossing away our royal flush

And I need to rush away from your arms

Because I’m afraid of the harm they can’t do

Because deep down I know I’m good with you

And like the unwoven laces of a shoe

That causes me to trip

My perception of responsibility to rip

My faith and culture to strip

And be stark naked in the wind

And we aren’t compatible anyway

It doesn’t matter that you like poetry

And me

My political views

And me

My activities

And me

And how you dance along me like the breeze

Nah

I’m allergic to you

Watch me sneeze

From these anxieties

And wheeze from the romance you use to infect me

Revise and redirect me

And I’m afraid to address a physician and let him assess me

Because he will send a request to me

To examine my internal rooms

And that’s just terrifying

Because I’ll discover that I’m defying all the values I was supposed to believe in

The “you date Jews” philosophy I was meant to breathe in

And never exhale

And you screwed that up

You gave me rain when I all I was ever to expect was hail

And my doting of you is only going to cause me to derail

From the path of a “nice Jewish boy” I was supposed to forever descend

And you my lovely friend

Have taken my hand

With your charisma and dashing smile

Dragged me on an extra mile to the left

And I can’t stand a world when I don’t have a chance of losing my first kiss to you

So my current universe has begun to unravel and undo

And I’m hoping that by writing these poems

That I can preserve what was I instructed to believe

That I can vent the sensations that my body wreathes

When you stare and me

That I can emerge from this sea

Of forbidden love and such

But I’ve never been a great swimmer

Just ask my sister

But do not list her

The context of the question

Because I’m anchored in this wrong but right direction

No longer ashamed of my reflection

Or agonized introspection

And now I’m baffled with the concept of creating an ending for this poem

Because I can’t even begin to foresee the finality of our reality

So I’m going to let these lines and rhymes close

But I hope our door never does.