Amark Aface Atear Poem by James McLain

i wont tell u my name,
u see me every day the same, crying.
mine this face, more than researched
some blotted, parchment of testament's,
color of pain.
each eruption leaves me scarred, u see
only my fear, of rejection is by you.
where u live, in ur mirror, of nights to come
pleasure, kisses on ur lips, ur roses taped, is
tasted two's, mine is futures past, always now.
each hill leaks, each day more, never less, u is
even now in disgusts, looks away, i canna even
touch my face, this monster face of shame.
i run in as to nag, screaming inside, this in my
hand, magnifier, i clutch, as this pimple on my
bridge, between my beautiful eyes, gets bigger.
He will see it, under this blush, what if he kisses...it