It is a nice lie.
They told to me
how nice guys
can find love
in our society
and they most definitely
don’t finish last.
But patterns repeat,
I recognize the facts.
I have been here before
and felt the fury
of the faulty furnace’s
fiery blast.
There is heartbreak.
There is anger.
There is self-hatred.
There is danger.
Then I begin
to lie to myself again.
I proclaim
that in my pain and rage
I can be a bad boy to.
But he is never
who I ever really wanted to be.
I planted the seeds
and cultivated a being
of generous disposition,
intelligence and compassion.
To bad that it so happens
these are the traits
that girls like
when they are in transition
from the **** poor position
of heartbreak and frustration
then going through you
to get the guy
that they choose
because he is better than you.