I have just read your poem “Mad Girl’s Love Song” for the third or fourth time and…wow. Just wow. When I read it, I felt more affectionate for your words than for the person that I’d been thinking of while reading it.
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.” I felt that way, not necessarily with the person that I am currently infatuated with, but last summer, when I spent about a month writing poetry questioning myself, my feelings, and the other person. I thought that I was possibly in love with that person, and was an emotional mess because I was so confused. I mean, I knew that I wouldn’t take a bullet or anything for the person in question, but I also simultaneously knew that I REALLY liked this person.
In the end it died out and the notebooks [full of poems] lay untouched, collecting dust in the backs of bookcases. But your poem made me think of that time—of course, “Mad Girl’s Love Song” doesn’t make me feel quite as gloomy as I was then. It is the only thing so far—or, at least, one of the very few things-that hasn’t made me feel like love is a thing of myths or mostly unrequited.
I should probably sleep now. Oh, joy. Goodbye for now. —Britney