The Saddest Poem

Tonight I can write the saddest poem. I can write that the heavens are sad that's why the stars are dark, Or the heavens are heartbroken that's why the rain is red. Tonight I can fall in love If you can convince me that I am worth loving Regardless of the fact that I am a toxic infection. Tonight I can write the saddest poem with tears on my fingers And a heart broken pen That narrates how I feel dejected and rejected. Tonight I can be a grateful man. I can thank you for showing me that it does not matter How true you feel or how hard you fall. Tonight I can thank you for being a great teacher; For teaching me how to burn hearts on a pyre and flush away true love. And above all, for giving me a reason to never love a human. Tonight I can write lines like, Love and reciprocity do not exist in the world of humans; And only God can love you unconditionally. Tonight I can speak to the moon If you call me by my name and tell me you love me, Even if you are lying. Tonight I can write the saddest poem. I can write about my feelings for you And they would be the saddest you ever knew. Tonight i can tell a story of how You dream of storybooks and mythical creatures And of how your eyes when into mine pierce they declare desire. I can write a poem with lines like, Your love for me is bigfoot and unicorns; Nonexistent! Tonight I can write the saddest poem. I can write lines to jerk your tears when they tell How it is so hot that I miss your cold shoulder. I am quickly replacing memories of you; I wrote down whatever I had left of that love And folded it into a paper plane. Only tonight will I take time to wish you would rest in peace, For tomorrow you will be a bad dream That I woke up from and already forgotten. Ace of Spades