Sonnet 27 – Done With Love
This love is quizzical. This love’s bizarre.
And I have had enough. I’m through with you!
I’ll have no more long make-outs in the car,
despite the fact I’ve nothing else to do.
I’m sick of sunshine, let me have the dark!
And I won’t waste it holding to your hand
and letting you lead me around the park
like some poor dog you found. Give me dry land,
and not this ocean, not this salty sea.
I’m queasy; I could vomit up my heart.
And maybe if I did, you’d let me be
because I could not love without that part.
And still, I think you might pursue me yet…
No, I’ve moved on. With nothing to regret!
