I want an honest poem,
where “I did it on purpose” and “Yes, it's my fault” are dutifully wed,
wrapped in a honeyed-moon
and in a few years “It'll never happen again” poem
is born.

Truthfully, I could use an honest poem
so that emotions can gaze upon metaphors
with unconditional love and tell them those jeans
are not flattering,
and say so because they care.
Yes, I dream of an honest poem
so that similes are not subtle
but as potent as the scent of another woman's perfume
or loud like lipstick stains on a
white collar.
No, I don't want my similes to
stay silent
for the sake of the kids.

I want a poem so honest
it cries.
With tears woven in stanzas
and stanzas woven in tears,
a Matt Damon in “Good Will
Hunting” poem
where what we've seen and where we've Ben
Affleck's our sensitivity
and it is not our fault poem.

We are just victims of ourselves poem.

I want a deliberately honest poem
that admits even though all the world is a stage,
the audience Jekylls us from time
to time
to the point of Hyding ourselves and we can't
help that sometimes we give in poem.
We all wear masks poem.
Any doctor can see that.

I want a poem so vulnerably honest,
that it
… hesitates before exposing its soul and
st-st-stutters when it talks to a
pr-pr-pretty girl
and asks
a lot of questions when it's nervous poem
why are we here
where do we go
why is it I would do anything for you, even write you an
honest poem, but you can't seem to return the feeling
poem

I want a poem so free of deceit,
you say our hearts beat the same,
and even though we can't be together we always are poem.

You feel like home poem.

But we're not like that poem.

So maybe I just want a love poem.