I’m old enough now to admit,
I’ve slept with far too many women
which is practically less than a fraction
of the number of women I desired.
In a way I’m saying
not nearly enough, is plenty.

Yearly, yearly I knew you dearly --
Watched you blossom and sincerely
Hope to be more than merely
A seed without the sun.

Yearly, yearly I held you dearly --
Sown deep in the ground and growing nearly
As stretched as the sky and you now clearly
A seed within the sun.

Yearly, yearly I loved you dearly --
Nurtured as nurtured rarely austerely
Intertwined as death lets us be
Two seeds beneath the sun.

To touch and to feel seem to me, two opposing forces.
And a hundred men may touch you
in a hundred different places
but that does not mean that
you will feel a thing.

To look and to see are acts, it seems,
committed by two different organs.
So when their eyes fall on you and
you do not feel the catastrophically
heavy weight of them, please know
that they have not seen a thing.

To hear and to listen do not coincide.
And though they may smile and nod
when you tell them about the first time
you fell in love, it means nothing if your
laughter is not swallowed like it's the deep
blue water in the desert of their lives.

To know and to understand,
to know and to understand
can be as different as rain and fire
and while they may know exactly
what to say to make your insides
ignite, that does not mean they understand
that there are days when your skin feels like glass
that could shatter in an instant if his skin meets yours.

By ManicBrilliance.

2016/01/26


you know it's kind of sad.
growing up, I wanted more than I ever had.
I wanted to find a woman that would love me forever.
I wanted to someday become a father.
But now, I just want to survive.

does it make you happy to be the reason that good guys go bad?
does it entertain you to see us cry, when we tell you that you're the best we've ever had?
does your laughter burst at the seams when you know that you're the reason that good men give up on their dreams?

chivalry isn't dead. But love is.
as a matter of fact, I don't even really know anymore what love is.
I can't even see myself happy with another human being.
And being a father no longer feels like it would be good for my well being.

so many friends I know have grown to hate others.
because we get brought down with stab wounds and scars.
don't tell someone that you will be there forever.
when in reality you meant for never.

I guess when you are heartless it takes a toll on the ones that give you their soul.
so to the rare few women that do exist.
I apologise for my behavior,
But the liars and cheaters is what made me like this.