Poetry

The problem is,
it doesn't mean anything.
Just smatterings of pretty words -
echoed sentiments that you heard
she liked to hear -
across a full, empty page.

They told you,
Kept telling you,
It was simply a matter of
breaking up
prose
awkwardly,
breaking the rules that
other people had drilled
into you
in order to make her
Sit up
And Listen.

That was how they did it,
after all.

The words are meaningless and
the more meaningless
the better.

She probably won't get it anyway.