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look back and learn

So I looked back and I saw, I saw what I’d never seen before.

 

Looking back on what was I often have a different view

Of what went on between me and you.

Raising question of which aren’t necessarily true.

You know,

I look inside with these jealous eyes

And start to pry at why I tell those lies.

To manipulate those around me

Use personal misguidance

To gain ahead to get to you in my bed,

And then, you’re in my head.

And you won’t leave.

I could try to forget you but that’s just you Inside me,

like I was in you. Like neither of us even knew what to do

Genital to genital a spectacle most awkward.

But after time we moved forward

And it got better.

I’m telling you this that from the moment that I met her,

It hit me like a fist to the jaw and the back of my head on the cold hard floor.

And all I could do was cry out for more,

The shock of that blow

Was only to show that there was something in there.

Like that time

Lying naked and bare I presented myself to you,

No words needed to be said, even if I tried they’d be suppressed by your bed.

Each blanket and pillow would swallow me whole

Hindering me from my final goal so I’d shut it. Close it and bury the lot

Be content with what I’ve got.

I never said how I felt cause you’re scary,

That’s right, you frighten me.

You still do so I was always useless to you.

I was an object.

A mere physicality a means to an end

Yet something you still had to hide from a friend.

Were you ashamed of us?

I know I’m not ideal with the abs that aren’t made of steel,

All my imperfections aren’t there to make you feel like a ******* Goddess

Still you don’t have to impress because I’m here.

But why am I here?

And I thought you were making it clear that time when you didn’t seem to care if your parents could hear.

Harder, faster, pull my hair

And I’d be praying to god that your dad weren’t at the bottom of that stair.

But when It was done that awkward silence was never fun,

It was never a breathless moment

Or a somber embrace, I could tell that much from the look on your face,

Like I had to leave,

So wiping the sweat from my brown with my sleeve

I’d get dressed, always knowing that you were less than impressed

With the moment that we were trying to conceive.

So what was that blow trying to show?

You know, that one from before with the metaphor about my head on the floor.

I might digress but Its only guess that there’s more to it than the ***

See I met you when my brain was nothing more than brain stew

And so my heart latched on to you,

I did the best I could do.

Well that’s not entirely true but we do what we do.

I spent a lot of my life convincing myself I’m a **** up

So maybe when the time came all I could do was get my **** up,

But that wasn’t enough, I mean it filled you but it didn’t fulfill me,

You see the point of that blow was to show

Not to you but to my ego

That if you label yourself as a five

You going to lose the drive to

Become the ten,

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again

I’m not beautiful, I’m suitable

Practical adaptable

And **** right Compatible

And It does matter still

And I mean it to, I’m saying it to you and you and you.

No one is better than the person you are

Beautiful is a word and to compare yourself to it is only absurd.

Embrace the face that your parents created

Because your image will never be out dated

It’s yours. I am who I am and you are who your are

This body may scar, and my tears may fall

But none of that even matters at all

Because I’ll find someone who will make me ten feet tall.

That man couldn’t be any nearer

One day he’ll be staring back in the mirror

With a smile so wide and a heart full of pride

That those eyes staring back are no longer tainted and black

But clear and blue and it will feel fresh and new.

But until that day I’ll continue with meaningless ***

Alcohol and cigarettes,

sleepless nights and random fights

And all the other ******** that goes with it.

**** it.

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Aug 7, 2011
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