True Love

A poem about True Love

Don't tell me,
He has a nice smile
Don't tell me,
How he understands
Spare me the details,
About how he loves you,
And you love him
And please don't speak,
About his beauty
Because I'll tell you,
It's bullshit,
All of it
True love is the lie of poets,
Too ashamed to admit,
The truth:
We don't love people,
We love what people have
Hummers
Security
Sex
These are our true passions,
And These are what people offer
As infants leech off their mothers' breasts,
We feed off our partners' wallets
After all,
We're too smart to love something,
That could reciprocate nothing,
But love