I don't believe in love anymore

recently

I got a little older,

learned a lesson or two,

like how loving someone

could never be as poetic

as I wanted it to.

like how nothing

would ever be as poetic

as I wanted it to.

how can I accept

that the miracle of love

isn’t a miracle at all?

how can I wrap myself

in someone’s arms

when I know

that there isn’t any sort

of poetic loving involved?

how do I unlearn

the romantic thoughts

that taught me

about the fireworks,

the butterflies,

and the fluttering fingers

in the dark.

and accept that

maybe kissing

won’t be as spiritual as I thought.

maybe it’s just a mouth on mine.

how do I unlearn my innocent heart

who lulled me into a false sense of hope

for a lover who would call

the way my body moves

art.

a lover who would feel

the poetry

in every word

I spoke in the dark.