“(This Isn’t) A Love Poem”

Loneliness: a painful, poisonous friend
that feeds our endless spirals, inner holes and gaps
that us poets need in order to mend
what poetry defines as a trap.
Painfully waiting for those burning, prickling sensations,
but these days I’ve felt too loved, too well-cared,
that I’ve lost the ability to make reasonable literary decisions,
leaving all intentions and emotions bared.
Myself, yes that’s what I need to be again,
not a bother, a baby, an illiterate bastard
who can’t write proper sentences. I need to abstain
because I don’t want to get scarred
by you, now that all that used to hurt me
are in you so beautifully.


Published by troycabida

Troy Cabida (b. 1995) is a London-based Filipino poet. He has been a member of the Barbican Young Poets, the Roundhouse Poetry Collective and is a producer for open mic night Poetry and Shaah. His poems have appeared in TAYO, harana, Bukambibig, Cha and Ink, Sweat and Tears. His debut poetry pamphlet "War Dove" is published under Bad Betty Press.

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