{"id":26167,"date":"2016-08-14T00:16:15","date_gmt":"2016-08-14T04:16:15","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=26167"},"modified":"2016-08-14T00:16:15","modified_gmt":"2016-08-14T04:16:15","slug":"sticking-to-the-guns","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/sticking-to-the-guns\/","title":{"rendered":"Sticking to the Guns"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I said I wouldn&#8217;t write a love poem<br \/>\nespecially not one for you<br \/>\nThere&#8217;s not enough content for one anyway.<br \/>\nNot the first time that I met you<br \/>\nwith sweat dripping down your brow<br \/>\nand how you wouldn&#8217;t let me help you bring<br \/>\nin your luggage.<br \/>\nAnd how you said I was your best friend once.<br \/>\nAnd I made you cupcakes for your birthday<br \/>\nbecause you were new in town and all alone.<br \/>\nAnd I loved you even then.<br \/>\nOr how I love to watch you<br \/>\nwatch you walk, watch you stand<br \/>\nand even though you hate singing<br \/>\nyou have the voice of an oceanic god<br \/>\nand it doesn&#8217;t turn me on, not one bit<br \/>\nAnd I&#8217;ve never ONCE imagined what it would be like<br \/>\nto crawl over your lap,<br \/>\nsit in front of your face and kiss you<br \/>\nsenseless<br \/>\nBecause I&#8217;m not in love and this isn&#8217;t a love poem.<br \/>\nI never once thought about how I loved your knowledge either<br \/>\nWho cares what you know about birds, or about mushrooms<br \/>\nWho cares that you like your coffee black<br \/>\nor that for some reason having to pull<br \/>\na U-ee on a narrow rocky road<br \/>\nsends you into a tizzy of panic<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s not even endearing.<br \/>\nAnd I never even cared that liked to<br \/>\nstop your car and roll down the windows<br \/>\njust to look at a cute pup<br \/>\nI don&#8217;t even like dogs, just like I don&#8217;t love you.<br \/>\nNope, because like I said,<br \/>\nI wouldn&#8217;t write a love poem,<br \/>\nespecially not one for you<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I said I wouldn&#8217;t write a love poem especially not one for you There&#8217;s not enough content for one anyway. Not the first time that I met you with sweat dripping down your brow and how you wouldn&#8217;t let me help you bring in your&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":330,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-26167","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26167","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/330"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26167"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26167\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":26248,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26167\/revisions\/26248"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26167"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26167"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26167"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}