Superman Of Love
sometimes
I feel like
I don’t know
my own strength,
its hard
to be humble
when your able
to skate,
right through
the doors
pasts the guards
at the gate,
more then
doubling your record time
is it my doing?
or is it fait?
ive loved
so very much
how can I
be deserving of the same,
I
only see my flaws
how can others
see my strength?
ive lost count
on how much
I have given
and how much ive dared to dream and take,
im not always
dealing with a full deck
so I eat
everything on the plate,
whether
mine or not
if it’s there
it must mean its the same,
I take
it all in
from the awesome times
to those of tearing pain,
collectively
they bicker back and fourth
at each other
filling up my brain,
with doubt
and with fear
that im going
against the grain,
leaving cuts
on my throat
on my cheek
from the very close shave,
sometimes
I press too hard
I go to far
am I retarded, am I insane?
apparently
I say hurtful things
when I’m simply
trying to explain,
my thoughts
on a subject
I thought couldn’t be
any more plain,
using
non linear parables
with outside subject matter
that may not normally pertain,
to whats going on but to me
it makes sense
to others
a migraine,
which makes me
wonder even more
why others
even put up with my campaign,
I have no money
all I have to give is love
so when I’m distant
its like I all the more short change,
so god bless
the women
that put up with
my minds frame,
further explaining
why after shedding the pounds
that I thought
kept said opposite sex away,
has done nothing
but make me seem
even more conceded
with the awesome craziness I believe I have and I crave,
for my signficant other
be patient
be strong
and grab your leash because I want/need to be tamed,
kryptonite
is to superman
what love is to man
already meek and lame
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