Whining
A woman helped me to realize
How little I know about love
How much pain is involved
When I desperately don’t want to love but do
When I want to tear the beating memory of her out of my mind
When I curse God for being love, if this is love
I want to gouge out my heart and crush my skull
And float, comfortably numb, in a head without a mind
At least my neutrality in that static would make sense
It feels perverse, loving her
Who holds my weakness over my head
And makes me dance for her amusement
That weakness is my love
How absurd
4 comments:
Well-written, Evan!
This is incredible...your ability to express profound thoughts in a few words amazes me...these 107 words allow me to see inside the deeper you, feel your pain, and they cause me to beg God to remove the absurdity and allow you to experience true, pure, reciprocated love from a woman.
Yeah ... what GlendaC said. That's what I meant!
I might add ... right now it may seem like it's never gonna happen, but I hold out hope that one day, perhaps when you least expect it, an emotionally, psychologically, spiritually healthy woman will come into your life who will treat you with the love and respect that you deserve.
When did you become a poet? We're going to have to make a beat and lay down this track on your up and coming album; "A Different type of Light Skin"
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