Snow Melt

The hardest part was the title.

My response to the Leading Journal entry by Pia Veleno for September 19, 2008.

I write bitter love poems and "Invalid Entry" 

Love is the thorn from a rose
penetrating my heart
and burying itself in my soul.

Love is a river
Drowning me in its cold
Dark waters.

Love is a virus
Infecting my mind
Desire.

Love is a star
Going nova in my soul
Burning logic to ashes.

Let's face it, I just can't title them Bitter Love Poem #1, Bitter Love Poem #2, etc. It gets a little old. Love poems, bitter or not, should have more creative name. Actually, now that I look at those poems, I think they could be a little bit more creative.

I'll rewrite them. Using examples from my love life, which I gave up when I learned what type of male I'm attracted to. You notice I didn't say man, I said male. There is a difference, the word man refers to an adult who knows how to treat women and respects women. Male can refer to either an adult or youth or whatever (maybe I should say whoever). OK, I'm a little bitter; I'm slowly getting over it and forgiving myself for being so gullible. Of course, low self-esteem could have something to do with the type of men I was attracted to, but I'm working on the self-esteem issue. Actually, I'm working on a lot of issues.