Poetry of the Mind are just Words of the Heart

They say, you can put your mind to anything, do anything, be anything, but the only anything I want, the only anything I need, the only anything I should have is you but you don’t want me.

Why, God, why do I love you?

There’s nothing for me here. No gilded dreams, nor silver screens, or perfect lives within my means, but from my dreams somewhere in between it seems…

Love.

The most sweet and vicious word in the English language. Tiny symbols form massive volumes of tales simple to extreme.

Love.

A word to me dripping with coulds and woulds and maybe just maybe you’d see me for you and put two and two together because for real, I feel it.

Love.

No other word makes me so warm but screws* me over more often and more effective than you. To me love is a cruel reminder: Longing only worsens a load too heavy and my shoulders are fractured from the weight of the world already.

You’ll never hear this. Never hear these spoken words of truths so deep the wounds I made to reach them may never heal. They just fester and pop, like an ulcer of the heart, you played your part from the start to create this peace of art and now it’s time to cart away the remains.

You look around and see the world with slant and skew, and nothing I could ever do would make me loved by you, never words so right brought to light that fit my plight then those words that day.

“I don’t date guys like you.”

Those words fill my head with dread of fantasies dead and buried, quickly hurried to their resting place in the depths of my soul yet I know they resurface.

I want to say I’m what you’re looking for, but that’s a lie I tell myself, cry, rebuild myself and try, live with myself, and the knowledge I won’t get there, to that existential perfection, upon reflection I know it’s you. I don’t know what I want, but I know what I need, so take heed, it’s pure greed, I need you.

Don't ask me where this came from, because in all honesty I don't know. Well, I DO know. I can't explain the talent though. Anyway, this is my slam poetry piece for the Poetry Slam hosted by Lambda. I sat down and made this tonight, but it's not finished. I'm going to work on it more, but what's your opinion?

*not actual word