Poetry Project

by Samantha Pobst

Viveca (freeverse)

it was love, you said

it was amazing and wonderful and it was never ending

he was a good guy

it was love, you said


your dad was in a wheelchair and

you were still in the awkward stages of adolescence

this boy was the best thing that had happened to you in a while

and it was love, you said


but was it love when he called you names until you cried?

was it love when he threatened to bash your head into a locker?

was it his love that made you want to slit your wrists?

and it must have been his love that made you want to kill yourself.


the "good guy" you loved, fed you sick lies and enjoyed it.

since when was attention the same as love?