I am not writing another poem about heartache!
NO, This is merely an exercise to show how emotions
And logic are always on opposing sides
Like…Fight or Flight, It’s like
Bringing a double edge Sword to a Gun Fight
That has me standing downright
From this height, all I have is a Deja-Viewwwwwwww
Looking Through This closed window of opportunity
Handed down..So its nothing new to me
What started with face book pokes
Is now Wasted on Ink Key Strokes...
In some weak hope that we can be cool folk
As my sentiments just aspire to be the butt
Of Girlfriend Text Messaged Jokes
“Guess What This Fool Did?”....
Starts Off Your Sentence, now I’m menaced
By Regrets and no Closure for this ceremonious finish..
To Think, I thought Purpose gave meaning,
But the demeaning of your character
Is Seemingly on the Tip Of My Tongue
Where the only thing I wanted to know
Is where you were coming from,
Not even where we were going............
Showing that we weren’t on the same page
I Gave You A Word,
And You delivered a Scroll
Of why The Thought of us being Close
Shouldn’t be entertained but Annulled
......Or at least platonic…......
How many burnt bridges must I Abandon???
I guess that’s The Toll for being honest??
So Pardon Me If I’m Venting,
But I feel it’s therapeutic To Mention, that the measure of this man
Goes Beyond these superficial dimensions,
so Heart Is Heavy that
That back is strained
Every times it beats at the thought of Being Beat,
And Actually Thinking On My Unicycle I ride through life
That For You!!! I was willing to build a passenger seat….(I’m a Creep)
Radio Heads… For The Garbage Cause its Songs
Make this healing Process seem that much longer
That I’m longing to actually come up Short…
Stacked Volumes of My Books of Life
To Reach A Glass Ceiling You Knocked on From the other side
And You Have the audacity to say you understand if I don’t reside??
You Can Add another footnote while I edit this chapter
Wondering Why I Authored another “Why Did I Choose Her”
And Realized that weighing options still make you the biggest loser
Loose Her, We were never tight, What a fool believes he even sees
Even If he’s been massaged by the darkness of Midnight
Mid-flight I felt turbulence, But I buried my Disturbance
In Our Common Ground…until Self-Respect Made Me Unearth it….
And in The End I Wonder…Was it really all worth it ????
SO Why Did I Hope That Emotions and Logic
Could live Behind Picked Fences
Of Sentimental Sentences and Shared Interest?
Only in Sitcoms, where father knows best
And stay at home mom
Are at odds with offspring to run a laugh track
Imagine That, while I Use John’s Lenin
To cover up the fact that this is
indeed is another poem about heart ache
And I’m too drained to exercise
Logic after explaining my emotions…