#MonsoonPoem
From a distance,
the incessant chant of monsoon from south west,
sounds like an old witch practising her craft,
The serene moments, just before the storm crashes. The love we are supposed to share before we turn to ashes
You see? I wouldn't be me if I forgot people so easily.
I don't blame you for the man I chose to be
Don't let it confuse you, treating me ugly isn't a conducive path at least if you do more than say you know me
Cause you should've seen how much you meant to me
That's love, something you can't do painlessly
That's taking every bit of it, an acting carefree
Cause you shouldn't hurt
Especially if you think that means you care about me?
Cause at one point
Your existence alone
Saved me from it's depressing snare
I don't feel humiliated by the love I left there
Just kinda off putting, the opportunities to show you didn't care
Any sort of decisive actions, would've made me aware
That's how easy it is to be loved, when it falls upon you to make them care
I don't look your way anymore
Cause I can't stand the affinity for despair
You'll realize all the terrible things that don't get taught to you when your father's not there
So in a way it is fair
You think my father taught me how to care?
You think I want to hurt you because another woman's love would make that fair?
I'm glad my father wasn't there
I'm glad I never took the terrible advice my creepy uncle would share
"Use them for all they got!"
I'll keep that in mind the next time I wanna crash on my sister's porch when it gets hot
So while you may see a valid reason to be angry
I see the opportunities that come to those with traits they couldn't baby
Love women in a way it hurts them when they can't see
All these pieces you found to be ugly
Made me
The storm's in your life, add character
Survived a lot, yet I still stumble in regards to her
Cause maintaining a sense of self loathing
Isn't something I imagined or wanted for either of my children
If it falls upon their ears it's been filtered through my heart then
Just a glimpse at what matters to real men
They don't deserve to get under your skin
If they couldn't, no one would care again
Cause prominence is just something you can remind the host to bring up again
You know it's just one of the reasons people can't talk about their pain?
You decide how who feels again?
Oh, no one
Who you pay to praise for the prizes you never won?
Cause those fools the best, they did some
Guess I can't talk to myself
An complain about having no one


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