Love Was Never A Poem by John Patrick Robbins

She said why is nothing ever about me?
One foot out the door and a world away already witnin thought.

A dance so simple ends just the same.
And the image of the page stands a moment caught in time.

I didnt want to cast her truths from my view .
The painter can only show the portrait for what it is the subject portrays.

We spent are time now we simply waited on goodbye .

Somewhere between the drinks it turned into something twisted it was never meant to become.

Love was never a poem.

Just a word over used by many and understood by few .

Love was never anything I cared to recall.

John Patrick Robbins
John Patrick Robbins Is a writer ,Comedian and full time drinker who’s writing is largely influenced by people and stories I here’s around him everyday. Stay crazy .

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