In the center of all hatred
Lies true love

In the middle of deceit
Lies unwavering promise

We men
Are a list of
Contradictions and
Fairy tales

We are remembered
Recalled
Re-enacted and
Transformed
Maliciously and
Falsely

If they once
Got it right
Maybe I wouldn't be
Writing this

Wilde wrote
About it

I'm sure others
Did
Too

And when I see
These instances in
My day as plain
As a blank sheet of
Paper or as clear as
The golden chirp of a
Note from the dirtiest of
Birds

When I see these
Words -

Written in some bar bursting with
Men, smoke, and wit -

They all seem to make
Beautifully bitter
Sense

A bitterness

Much like
Me

Much like
You

Much like

Life