Misunderstood Love

Love is complex. Love is funny. Love can be misunderstood easily. And we DON'T need another sitcom or chick flick to tell us that. Instead, here's an "anthology" of two poems that does exactly that. :)

ode to a stubborn ex
Keep telling me you are sorry,
Then say you want me back.
But didn't anyone tell you?
With my X-ray vision, saw through
Your lies, who would've thought that?

After all this time gone past,
Words don't mean a thing anymore
cold-stoned heart, only
Beating from your mind,
Not your heart.

Calling my home, texting my
phone, visiting my school. Pause,
stop, reflect. Forcing your love on me
even though cold shoulder turned to you?

Ring, ring. Phone goes off and it's you
but I reject your love, let me do as I want.
Let me do as I please! No reply.
"Please record your message after the tone. "
Let this be my only
Only, ode of love to you.

"Beep..."

phone call to a foolish boy from a self-proclaimed psycho
Pick up the phone, i feel you there
Don't try to pretend you're not at home.
I know that we have broken up,
our love has died from time's past. But
if you fail to answer this,
I'll just have to tell you this.

Well, I have got your wallet here,
left it when you came over for "movie night".
In all the static undressing onscreen, perhaps
you got a little carried away emulating. Changed
plans and altered the hour's affair to sleepover.

Look, I understand what you may think, but
misunderstood you did. Deflate your ego,
come at once, 95th on Broadway by the
lamppost we first met. Or maybe, else maybe
you'll just find pictures of your chubby I.D self
circulating the net.

Regards, evil-genius-of-a-me-who-just-wants-to-return-your-wallet.