Wednesday, September 9, 2009

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:

DeanC said...

Well-written, Evan!

GlendaC said...

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.

DeanC said...

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.

Nebyou said...

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"