I have a small, ongoing project around writing deliberately unromantic poetry. I’m on a mission to debunk things that are presented as romance, but are really toxic, or bullshit. Here’s the latest.
Refusing to die of a broken heart
I will not drink poison for you
I do not offer my last breath
Nor the blood in my veins.
I will not crawl over broken glass
For you. there will be no proof
Of faith in a death from grief
I will not cut out my heart
To place it in a box for you.
No slashing back of soul and self
To make offerings of wounds.
I will not become smaller for you
There is no romantic splendour
In the fatal cup, the ravaged life
The early death.
This is not romance.
I will not die for you.
I did not promise to suffer.
Tell me to live for you, to endure
To flourish for your sake also.
Love is measured not in torment
But in the co-creating
Of better days.