If I were to weigh the scales
would you come closer?
just a little?
If I weighed them in your favor
gave you the power
Or would you stay where you are
there
gently complacent
placid
patient
You always are
If I gave you my name
what would it amount to
against yours
against your name
on my lips
Did you know that
when your mother named you
She looked to the stars
begged the cosmos for a perfect name
If I gave you all this shitty love poetry
all the songs I can pull from the ether
all the lyrics and the rhymes
that come from the times
I just want to protect you
you know that, right?
I just want to be happier for you
Kinder for you
Gentler for you
Stronger for you
Smarter for you
Less foul-mouthed for you Fuck!
I’m sorry! I’m sorry
(I had to get that out before I’m in too deep)
A friend said to me that
for someone who’s never been love
he sure does write a lot of love poetry
And, y’know, it’s funny
I had had the same thought earlier
that week
moments before I met you
And now I care for you
and I want to protect you
But I wish I could tip the scales in
my favor
Because I am selfish and proud
and at least that’s what magazines tell me
When I’m in the check-out line at Wal-Mart
and I’m getting second-hand,
watered down love advice
From Gwyneth Paltrow and Drew Barrymore
of all people
Do you think they write shitty love poetry?
or do they have their assistant do it?
Because all I want to do
is protect you
from all the thrifted love advice
Because I don’t want you to love me that way
Is that really so much to ask?
But, then again, I did tip the scales toward you
But, my love, let me warn you
let me tell you this
at the very least
there are those here that will tear you apart
and inside down and upside out
And I am caught between letting it happen
or saving you now
or both
Because maybe if I save you in the aftermath
you will come closer finally
and is that selfish?
and is it proud
to be terrified by the idea
of someone else protecting you?
Because there are seraphims and sycophants
all around you, my love
And I do not know how to destroy them
how to vanquish them
how to shoot them down from floating all around you
For someone who’s never been in love
I sure do write a lot of love poetry
Did you, uh, did you know that Queen once released a song it’s called “Body Language”
It’s all basslines and it’s in 4/4 tempo
One, two, three, four
Two, two, three, four
Three, two, three, four
Four, two, three, four
And Freddie Mercury, of course it’s Freddie mercury,
he’s on the mic
and he says “body language”
And that’s it, those are the words
I sure do write a lot of love poetry
for someone who’s never been in love
And I don’t know if I’m talking about me or you

Maddie Agne
Maddie Agne is a rising sophomore at the University of Michigan and LSWA-- she hails from Tennessee and majors in Creative Writing and Literature. She didn't formally add "poet" to her repertoire until coming to Michigan, but still hopes her poetry extends a warm (or cold) welcome to readers of Pause.