bad poetry

the way I love you

is not red hot

it does not shoot flames up my spine

it does not burn or bite

it is not the kind of love that

leaves bruises and scratches and scars

this love is not romantically traumatic

the way I love you

is like coming home after vacation

it is home with a fireplace

it is warm like tea and honey

this love is gentle and kind

this love waits patiently

for you to find the right words

the way I love you

is cliche

it is full of butterflies

it is heal over heels

I can’t help myself

this love is the kind of love

that makes you want to write bad poetry