StormyOak

This is how I write my poems: You’re blonde and you have blue eyes. You’re the perfect subject for my next great hit, a long rambling epic or a two page sonnet which would start by comparing your hair to rays of the sun and your eyes to the ocean at daybreak. Even if you’re more of a dishwater blonde than sun-colored, and your eyes are less ocean and more sky, I swear I write this poem and think vaguely of you. But here is a secret: I’m not writing a poem about you. I’m writing a poem about the idea of you. And I don’t know if it will be a love poem or a break-up poem or a “please don’t go home