A Poetic Injustice

I must admit
That you really don’t love me you want me
You see this 6’4” tall frame and you think
He can do you like no one has done before
Maybe
You look at me and you read my poetry
Wanting me to be what the words I give
But you are not ready for the real of me
You really don’t even want to see what evils I live
You don’t want to see my hurt
You don’t want to hear me cry
And you don’t want to see me bleed
You want me to be a perfect prodigy
An Adonis who doesn’t know life
But just a visage of what life should be
And you love me because I can say so many things
And you love me because I can make you believe
That you idea of a true man really lives
You embrace me because I talk about all the things you need
And I give a taste of what you need
In my revelry
And your flock to me
Like flies so often come right to fresh feces
And when you get to me
And realize I’m as flawed as the other shit
You curse me and call me all those colorful names
You slap my face and your toes my gonads seem to find
Mad at me because what I write is not the true perfection you seek
When you learn I am just a man
I am the worst nightmare you have evr lived

I am sorry

I didn’t mean to lead you on
I never wanted to make you believe I am the picture
Of the perfection that you so long needed

I am sorry

I apologize that my words are so tainted and so askew
That they are really not the love you needed

I am sorry

I didn’t mean to make you love me
That was not my intention
I just wanted you to listen to me and your heart
Was the quickest way to get to what you feel
So I played with you and I used you
I misled you
And I misconstrued all that you knew
I feinted love for you so you could love me
I played with your emotions and I created a world
That you would love me
I did this and I am sorry for leading you

“Omavi está muerto.®” Sunday, February 21, 2010
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