Among All Comparisons (Poem #46)

Romantic novels made me believe
that love is a bunch of poetic comparison
between a masterpiece and a person

A gentleman found on pages
would recite how his woman resembles the sun
and sometimes the night sky

Women are described by their lovers
as birds that hum
and flowers that bloom
sometimes, they are compared to the world

So now I wonder,
among everything I could be compared to
why am I left hanging
just being compared
to the lady he previously made love with.


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Eva Harmoni

There was one night when the rain poured so hard, and i didn't want it to stop. Weird, because i was afraid and amused by the sound of the rain and thunder. The sound of it made me less alone that night. The next day i woke up to find my collection of journals soaked. I keep it near the window to make sure no one could read it. The writings can still be read but i was devastated by the damage. I wanted it preserved but i don't want it published. Still amused by the rain but afraid of the wrath it could bring to my journals, i created this blog.

4 thoughts on “Among All Comparisons (Poem #46)”

  1. Being compared to the last woman he slept with is the downside to having multiple partners. Then again women also compare their currents partners with their former lovers – size does indeed matter.

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