Bad Taste, by Nicholas Ryan Sampson

Bad Taste

Loving you was never sweet

like the taste of vanilla

the way I thought

it was supposed to be

It was more like

the taste right before

you spit out teeth

(2014)

I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting

I hope this is postmarked before my death certificate is dat… but you’ll know why if it is or if it isn’t If you get this in time

I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from

There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze

I see no joyous rebirth in spring for autumn will bring another death I see no joyous rebirth

Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown

I would write a sweet poem and title it with your name if I loved you at all

So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything

I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well

I say hello and you say nothing You may hear me you may even think of a response

I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you

I thought I could drink you away but I had to stop being so drunk on you first

If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains

Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest

Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could