Acceptance
Processed
Painfully
Against the way
I wish it could be
Can’t pretend that I don’t see
You just ain’t feeling me
Maybe I could look at it differently
Now I’m free
Now I’m free
If only I wanted to be
That would make me happy

I thought it would be
An impossibility
That you wouldn’t inspire me
To write more poetry
But you don’t care to see
So I’m really only writing for me
I suppose that’s the best way to be
Self-inspired poetry
But unfortunately
I am mostly bored by me
How can I not be?
When I am always stuck with me
Now I’m mostly bored with you
You give me nothing to believe
Nothing new to see
And when you share the same old thing
It’s rarely

You’re really lucky
To have a stalker like me
Instead of threatening ****** injury
I’m busy
Writing you poetry
One-of-a-kind testimonies
To your unique beauty
Outside, of course
But also internally
I pay attention to
And bother to see
Tell you you’re wonderful
Say when you’re not
Bringing you something priceless
That cannot be bought
You don’t have to wonder
My commitment
Mister, you must know by now
And I know, too
I mean something to you
Though I probably freak you right out
But that only means
It’s not taken lightly
You won’t pretend or let me believe
Something you don’t really feel
And as much as I wish it were different
I thank you for keeping it real

I’m probably crazy
For perceiving your hard no
As an almost maybe
Wanting it so bad
Can make a girl hazy
Which I perceive as
Almost not crazy

I can tell this is not a good day for you
What happened, Boo?
Did you have to keep going
When you thought you were through?
Did you think you had twelve
But you only had two?
Were you interrupted
During your morning *****?
Were you doing *** exercises
And only your stomach grew?
Did the heel break off your favorite shoe?
Did you have a full work load and a skeleton crew?
****** days happen, but you’ll make it through

I wish I could say that he took me for granted
But he took me for nothing at all
His disinterest would have been legendary
If there was a measure for how much someone don’t want to see
I got on my knees
Said lots of pleas
Asked for help from a God I don’t truly believe
Wrote a whole lot of poetry
Shared lots of music, too
Tried everything I could think to do
He didn’t appreciate even one bit
Nothing ever to come of it
That’s his right
No hard feelings
All my might, I tried
Never got one toe inside
Nothing granted
Except this free ride
Round and round
On the invisible train
To nowhere town

I know you’re not perfect
Nobody can be
But that don’t mean
You’re not right for me
It’s a lot to expect
Pressure most likely
But you might regret
If you don’t try to see
But the fact that you’re tepid
Is how you should be
If you had no fear
I couldn’t believe
You felt it importantly