date a girl who does reads..

Date a girl who reads...

Yet...
nothing sucks worse than a girl who reads.

Do it, I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell.

Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent of a life unfulfilled.

- A vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world,

And makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder,

A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the spacious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her,

And the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much.

A vocabulary, My God, that makes my vacuous sophistry nothing………………but a cheap trick.

Do it, because a girl who reads understands syntax.

 

Literature has taught her that moments of tenderness comes in sporadic but knowable moments.

A girl who reads knows that life is not planar.

She knows, and rightly demands, that the ebb comes along with the flow of disappointment.

A girl who has read up on her syntax senses the irregular pauses – the hesitation of breath – endemic to a lie,

A girl who reads perceives the indifference between a parenthetical moment of anger and the entrenched habits of someone whose bitter cynicism will run on, run on well past any point of reason,

Or purpose, run on far after she has packed a suitcase and said a reluctant goodbye and she has decided that I am an ellipsis and not a period and run on and on.

Syntax that knows the rhythm and cadence of a life well lived.

Date a girl, who doesn’t read because the girl who reads knows the importance of a plot,

She can trace out the demarcations of a prologue and the sharp ridges of a climax,

She feels them in her skin,

The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement.

But, of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end.

She is comfortable with them.

She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of sadness.

Don’t date a girl who reads because girls who read are story tellers.

You with the choice, you there in the library, on the platform of the train station,

You in the corner of the café, you, in the corner of your room, you….who make my life so damned difficult!

The girl who reads has spun out the account of her life and it is bursting with meaning,

She insists that her narratives are rich, her supporting cast colorful and her typeface BOLD,

You, the girl who reads, make me want to be everything that I am not,

But I am weak and I will fail you.

Because you have dreamed, properly, of someone who is much better than I am...

You will not accept the life of which I spoke of in the beginning of this rant…

You will accept nothing less than passion, and perfection, and a life worth of being told

So, OUT with you, girl who reads.

Take the next out-of-town bus

And take your oxford with you

Or………….

Perhaps,

Stay……………………………….

And save my life from nothingness.

The above poems( date a girl who reads and date a girl who does not read) are excellent pieces done by a really talented poet and writer...my good friend Kevin Karis.

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