Love

Inspired by lbangs's poetry posting, here is a short story I wrote:


Love by AJ
The poet’s work had been praised as some of the most unique writing of his time. Commendable for avoiding all of the clichés that so many of his fellow writers overused, he was intent on ensuring that everything he communicated was original. His books were all best sellers, and he was rolling in dough, but he wasn’t in it for the cash. Writing well was a piece of cake for him. Now he was in bed next to a beautiful girl who had read two of his poems and did not understand them. He loved her dearly; his heart belonged to her. Now she turned to him to ask him the big question.
“Do you love me?” she asked him.
“I enjoy you,” says the poet.
“But do you love me?” she asked him.
“I perceive you,” says the poet.
“I asked you, do you love me?” she asked him.
“I like you,” says the poet.
“I’m leaving you,” she told him.
He had loved her dearly. Now he watched her go. Try as he might, a tear did not fall. She would never understand him.