Flogging Molly

POETIC PROCESS:

 

A couple of months ago I told my future wife that I would write her a love poem and then I sat in an abandoned quarry in the sun and wrote most of this thing and read it to her and then apologised because it wasn’t what either of us were expecting.

 

I was passengering with her on a drive through the mountains and we were listening to pirate punk and I got that special kind of sad that you get when you know things are at their best and I thought about this poem then I fixed it.

 

Doing poetry is like doing maths that beats you up.

 

The Pit

 

Sometimes love is a pit

Or rather

Love is everywhere else

And you are in the pit

 

You don’t understand

Why you won’t climb out

Because how can you be in love

And be so sad

 

You don’t understand

When despair drags you deeper and you let it

Because no one can see you

Down in the pit

 

You don’t understand

Because you were the one that climbed in

All you wanted was shelter

And now all you can go is down

 

And then I remember

 

That if you were gone

I couldn’t go a step further

 

And I would scream at the universe

To keep you forever

 

That I feel sorrow

Because I need you more than ever

 

And nothing could ever be

Without your love

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