by Alisha Taylor

In the age of Love Island and First Dates, it’s undeniable that we live in a couple-centric society. With the big V-Day itself rapidly approaching, it can be hard to get through the romantic season unscathed as a single individual. That’s why I’ve compiled 5 of my personal favourite anti-Love poems, for an alternative take on St. Valentine’s Day!
1. A Pity, We Were Such A Good Invention
By Yehuda Amichai (Translated by Assia Gutmann)
They amputated
Your thighs off my hips.
As far as I’m concerned
They are all surgeons. All of them.
They dismantle us
Each from the other.
As far as I’m concerned
They are all engineers. All of them.
A pity. We were such a good
And loving invention.
An aeroplane made from a man and wife.
Wings and everything.
We hovered a little above the earth.
We even flew a little.
Amichai’s beautiful poem, ‘A Pity, We Were Such A Good Invention’, perfectly encapsulates a feeling that I’m sure is familiar to most people; helplessness. The use of specialist language, i.e. ‘surgeons’ and ‘engineers’, is far-removed from what we would typically expect from a break-up poem, choosing a more practical outlook on the relationship’s shortcomings, rather than a mushy outpour of heartbreak.
2. Oh God
By Michelle Tea
spilling water from my back,
you call and i come.
that exhausted walk to reach you
breathless and no i didn’t run
to see you, i’ve been smoking
too much, same thing.
another awkward hug in the car
as my face smashes your cheek
that i can feel it leaving now
is the saddest, a beautiful eruption
you could have picked it off the tree
and chowed
but you weren’t hungry.
feeling it dying away all day
much worse than the straining
against the leash, another gorgeous
thing that should not have happened,
gone again.
Michelle Tea’s aptly-named ‘Oh God’ relates to anyone who has been the person putting 100% into their relationship, whilst the other person struggles to put in 1%. She presents the image of a lover who is desperately clinging on to a partner that has lost interest, which is a painful situation that is difficult to portray.
3. Symptom Recital
By Dorothy Parker
I do not like my state of mind;
I’m bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn’s recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the gentlest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I’m disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I’d be arrested.
I am not sick, I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore;
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men….
I’m due to fall in love again
Unlike the other two poems so far, Parker’s ‘Symptom Recital’ takes a slightly more optimistic approach, with the speaker concluding that they’re ‘due to fall in love again’, rather than swearing off relationships forever.
4. I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t
By Richard Brautigan
I feel horrible. She doesn’t
love me and I wander around
the house like a sewing machine
that’s just finished sewing
a turd to a garbage can lid.
Whilst Brautigan’s ‘I Feel Horrible. She Doesn’t’ may be the shortest poem on the list, it certainly still manages to pack a punch. The use of a ‘sewing machine that’s just finished sewing’ invokes such a clear image of someone who has lost their function in life. The poem’s title is a stroke of genius, also.
5. The One Thing I Asked You Not To Do
By Alisha Taylor
Trust weighs
The volumetric mass of the Earth
Three pair of un-paired socks
a half-eaten Cadbury’s bar
You can measure it in tears
Snake eggs, road sweepers
Fifty-two pairs of earrings
or just one, not mine
Some days, it’s an entire large pizza
With three sides, garlic bread
Other days, it’s barely even a slice
Sometimes, it becomes the entirety of Hackney
or Vauxhall
then, it’s less than the 6×9 room we share
It could be twenty-two missed phone calls
Four shots of tequila, a pint of Peroni
The intake of breath
directly before you told me lie after lie
The smell of perfume
The taste of a kiss on your lips
and maybe something else
You, sitting on the bathroom floor
Me, on the toilet seat
the sum of unspoken words
between us
For the final poem on this list, I’ve chosen to include one of my own, (sorry!). This poem is modelled on the great poet Helen Mort, who wrote an incredible poem called ‘Scale’. I instantly fell in love with the piece and chose to write my own interpretation of the weight of trust.
Finally, to everyone who is in love this Valentine’s Day; please spare a thought for those who Cupid didn’t think to bless this year! I hope you’ve enjoyed this little anti-romantic collection I’ve pulled together here. Just remember: Valentine’s Day is nothing more than corporate greed taking on a sappy loving face, anyway!