I used to write a lot of poetry.
It was, for a while, my ‘thing’. I’d sit in the library at breaktimes and write angsty love poems while Einstein and Lightsinthesky tried to solve the puzzle of what the inside of a black hole looked like. I never, for a single moment, considered actually approaching the girls I was writing poetry about – that was well beyond my capability – but I did put a lot of my pain into words.
Yes, I was that guy, before you ask. And, no, it wasn’t terrible poetry, it just wasn’t good.
Because it’s National Poetry Day, I’m sharing here one of the first poems I ever wrote, about one of the first crushes I ever had.
You are agony,
Yet the agony you bring I have to endure.
If I’ve decided that I love you then I’ll have to face the consequences.
Trying to look at you, then trying not to.
Trying to cry, then trying not to,
So I can try to look at you again.
The dark is rising,
And all I can think is:
Let them hit me, hurt me,
Let them batter me, beat me,
Let them do this to try
To make me cry.
You will lead me to salvation
By pulling me through the
That you don’t mean to bring.
It is through this agony
That I am sad,
Yet at the same time
I am so happy
Happy within the agony.