I wrote this little poem in the beginning of the second semester of my sophomore year. It has nothing to do with black Friday, gratitude, food or family. Instead, it's all about the pervasive lack of significant emotional development in the males of our species, something I am far from thankful for. I think that Minnesota-passive-agression is rubbing off on me.
Flash Fiction
I tried to make you into a simile
But you’re too transparent, too flawed
With men like you
Every comparison has already been drawn
I could make us an into an allegory
And scrawl down our potential love
Imagine that you’ll say sorry
That you’re someone I can take hold of
You knew that we could have some poetry
We were ceasing to pretend
But you’re a terrible writer
So before we could start
you wrote the end
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