The mistake
We all make
Is in thinking
That all the quiet men
Are Mr Darcys
Restrained
Yearning
With unrequited love
If only we’d remember
That Mr Darcy was simply lacking
Social skills
We wouldn’t waste all our time
On these men
Fooling ourselves into thinking
That their silences
Mean something
We hold on to hope
That these are Austen heroes
Ready to sweep us
From our feet
When they only
Wound us
As they fall from the pedestals
We have placed them on
I think, Lizzie
Had the right idea
In not falling for the fallacy
Of opening the door
To the remote
The distant man
Until they give us something
Worth falling for
Unstuck Monsters 