When A Boy Writes You A Poem

When a boy writes you a poem,

Don’t fucking flatter him.

He is not a poet.

 

He is a little boy who knows how to make shiny words rhyme with your name.

He is not a skilled writer.

It doesn’t take a literary genius to string a few metaphors together.

 

When a boy writes you a poem

And in it he says you are a gift from God.

Acknowledge the fact that you are indeed a gift.

That he can never have.

Because you are a gift as precious as an unborn child.

One that forces a boy to become a man before he can be in its presence.

One that forces a man to think about his future as he anticipates its arrival.

One that forces a man’s future to revolve around it the minute he lays eyes on it.

 

When a boy writes you a poem,

Don’t fucking flatter him.

He is not a poet.

 

When a boy writes you a poem, make his ass analyze it.

Make him dissect every ounce of the shit he’s trying to feed you until he is covered in it.

Ask him why.

Ask him how.

Ask him.

And when he’s finished, ask him again, and check for inconsistencies.

 

When a boy writes you a poem,

Don’t fucking flatter him.

He is not a poet.

 

He is a boy.

He is a little boy who knows how to use his words so well,

He can make you believe that he doesn’t need any action to support it.

He’s a little boy who wants to see you in your most vulnerable form

And he will stop at nothing to do just that.

So when a boy writes you a poem,

Thank him.

But take every word with a grain of salt,

Because chances are, that’s all he put into it.

Carla Beachem