Cry Like a Man
How do I love thee...let me count the ways that I can kill you...I've maimed before...for real, unlike pantomimes in front of window stores, i'll break in...steal mannequins and beat you with their limbs.
Using fingers as knives to suffocate lives, listen too closely and I just might strike out at you.
Strike one or two, but three but see 3 ways till may, then comes June as it swoons but it's never too soon, as I vomit and tell stories from bathroom floors.
I screamed from them and proposed a prose to see my boy...and on all fours he crawled towards me
...happy...
Not affected or rejected..just love and in my minds eye light, out of sight till I come home...and I do, as always.
Its been that road for as long as can remember.
I tend to forget that spring turns to summer and summer to September.
It all falls year round underneath my tree..leaves grab hold of life's agony.
They are tainted red from my blood drenched thoughts and yellow from an unsolicited hello...and brown from the shit I have been faced with.
I am green with envy when I see a rainbow, I know they are free.
Its not for me, but I can understand...after all I am not accepted, I am affected and I have been rejected...
Even hated, malfated and I walk unscathed through nail like splinters.
I am still hurt by their hidden whispers.
...but like I said, I can understand, after all...
I cry like a man.
Poetry by TheNakedPoet
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Written on 2007-02-03 at 05:30
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