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By not*about*you Date: 2007 Feb 11 Comment on this Work [[2007.02.11.13.48.1181]] |
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Truth be told I am not the one you are thinking about. Truth be told I don't write so many words for you. It is for your ghost, for your memory, i may tease and i may bury all my fears in words, but don't take to heart the puzzle of worlds. You are free to love whom you want. You are free to be whom you want. Perhaps I shed too many clothes so that in my nudity you are at a loss for any words. It is a naked desire i have, free of labels, free of mesmerizing eyes to hold. I may confuse you creature of another mold, but it is not my intention to abuse you. How can you have a right to exist, but not I? How can you have a right to insist, but not I? How can you have a right to tear apart my very world in every goodbye, but not I? Your appetite for love is transfixed on the words of baked cakes. You see how you over react and wandering about, close your eyes to ramblings that have absolutely nothing to do with you? I did it to show you since your eyes are so often closed, to show you the points of confusion, to bring to the table the plates and forks, so that you may delight and satisy that you are in control of your world. I provided another answer without any meaning just to remind you of him, of her of them and that. All of whom are ghosts. I don't care if it's fruit cake, carrot cake, apple or rasberry. I don't care about those words. I care to remind you where we went wrong long ago. I accussed you because of the rejection, yes, like a child i was. And in my creations, I return to old words. Where no answers are given I make my own. And even if there is another, it's not my own desire to come between your secret style. It never was my desire to bring you into a tug of war. It has been your inability to express clearly anything, directly. It has been your inability to acknowledge my heart without the mocking masked mirror of love. I know what will never be. I have always known, did you think that little of me? But I have grown to also know your secret desire for me, and all i want is an explanation for the denials the paradox, the lies. |