ANOTHER WAY POETRY RUINS YOUR LIFE.

I love you.
I love you, too.
What does this poem mean?
It means this and that.
Oh OK. Does it mean this?
No. Well, I guess it could.
What else does it mean?
It could mean anything.
Who's it about?
It's not really about anyone.
It's not about anyone?
Well, I guess it's just about me.
It's not about Faith Hill?
No; it isn't about Faith Hill.
Who is it about? Just you?
Well, I guess it's about everybody.

I KNEW IT WAS ABOUT FAITH HILL! YOU ARE A FUCKING LIAR!
This is absurd. Why would I write a poem about Faith Hill?
Because you are a fucking LIAR! I HATE YOU!!!