So, I've been caught. Red-handed. After several months of trying to keep it under wraps, I've been called on it. I have, despite my best intentions, fallen head over heels in love with a fellow blogger. She's ignored my hints, my emails, my less-than-subtle yearnings hidden in "fiction" pieces. I've even strongly considered, to save myself from abject embarrassment, deleting many of the posts I've written about her.
The kicker came when she posted a poem about fake, virtual love. You can read it here: "Not Your Average Love Poem"
Yeah, I tried to play it off with a joke, but it hurt. Maybe you're thinking I'm a little crazy right now, but I don't care. I'm not about "fake, virtual love." That was uncalled for.
And I know you really love my writing - you're not fooling anybody - so here's your not-so-average love poem...
And the Muses...
To convince, of love, words as art
What better way to show you
Syllables from my heart
I could quote lyrics, and I would
But better they'd be mine own
As they should
To read of your other men
I feel sick, disgusted
My heart abandoned
No, I shall not devolve immature
But hold my head high
As I imagine our future
Please don't unfollow
Leave me on your blog roll
For its absence, as my heart...
Would leave me hollow...
You are, forever, my Muse...
Yeah, I'm pathetic. Sue me.
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