There’s nothing romantic about this poem from my love, sex and relationship series, but then that’s often the case. This may be one of the poems which caused my husband to dub these the “anti-love poems.” I don’t look at them quite like that. I see them more as the evolution of an unloved and neglected girl determined to find what she’s always been missing; love and a place to belong.
In steel blue eyes of electric hate, I misinterpreted the madness. Thought I was drawn to your ability to create, but it was really my own sadness. You taught me beauty holds no domain over genesis; made a canvas of my face. Shredded it to bits of ribbon. Little did you know I can sew with such precision.
by Michelle Beltano Curtis
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What are some of your favorite elements of this poem? What isn’t working as well for you? Feel free to comment and critique as you see fit. As always, thanks so much for taking the time to read and comment.