A Woman Who Can't Fall in Love with Your Words

You've met a woman

A woman who can't
Fall in love
With your words

She's decided that a man
Shouldn't be good
With words

She's decided that her man
Needs to be strong
And she believes
That your words
Are meant to make up
For your lack of muscle

She's decided your soft
And the more notoriety you receive
For your prose and verse
Only serves to make you softer
In her eyes

She uses the stories you write her
To line her trash cans
And her parakeet cages
She's heard that's all the rage to do
When a poet loves you
In Paris

She's lets you wait outside her window
While she brushes her hair
Knowing you're looking up at her
And not directly turning you away
Because she loves not loving you
She loves it more
Than she could ever love
An actual person

The more other people love you
The more they tell her
How brilliant you are
The harder her resolve becomes
To break your heart

Yes, you've done it
You've finally met a woman
Who can't fall in love
With your words

And even though I should feel bad for you
I feel so much worse
For her