Son,
don’t date a poet
because she knows how to use punctuation;
when to stop when you’re babbling,
and when to shoot you with kisses
Don’t date a poet
she has abundant vocabulary, Son.
She understands how to pamper your ego,
to envelop your insecurity with her stories,
and to question your false argument with thousand facts.
A poet will fix a black hole
in your life
she will read you out poems of King Salomon at night,
until you fall asleep
like a little new-born baby.
Don’t date a poet, Son!
because when the feeling is gone
and love no longer binds your soul
a poet will always give you closure
she will wave you goodbye
with every last word,
and every breath it takes
to write one rhyming verse.
To a poet,
words left unspoken, untold goodbye
will leave nothing but guilt,
as guilty as finishing the last chapter in her mind
without having a gut to write it onto a paper.
It is as tragic as leaving a blank page of a manuscript,
when a woman asks her man, “Do you love me?”
Don’t date a poet, Son!
because she will fully respect your existence
until you forget your scars and unworthiness
and that’s when your addiction toward her begin.
Wordsmith’s note:
This poem was originally written on 27 August, 2016. It was inspired by a poet I had met at Jakarta’s poetry reading event called Unmasked on rainy Valentine’s afternoon early that year. I had no idea who she really was, but I thank to her for such a great work.
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