please quit, she wrote, writing poems about
me; it’s embarrassing and it pains me
seeing you humiliate yourself like
this. and don’t bother to deny these are
verses referring to me. used to be
they were somewhat charming in their way . . . but
now they just seem a bit pathetic . . . more
and worse than pathetic, really — your last
few have taken on the tenor of quiet
desperation bordering on obsession.
it’s past time you faced the truth of yourself:
you’re a failure, bad poet, and a hopeless
romantic living on unrequited
obsession and blown opportunity.
David M Pitchford
3 Nov 2011