Ground You. - Poem by Kim Dang
Let me ground you from the sky you float in.
Let me chastise you with the deafening truth of failure, when all that's left is your own conscious going 'oh shit' because you've seen it coming awhile ago. You were helpless 5 minutes ago, but it hasn't always been the case now has it?
Let me say 'i told you so' to the bad boy whose spirit was rejected because she is good and in his heart of hearts he knew he'd cheat on her again, it was only a matter of when, not whether. And his words, his mouth, there will never be money in it. Why? He'll never get the incentive enough to put it there. It was the lack of self control that turned into a nasty habit and ultimately transforming into a way of life. He lives this life because he can, his heart has been hardened enough to not flinch at the thought of straying because as much as he wants to feel, he doesn't feel anything, not even the welcomed regret. He craves to feel something genuine, and it's the worst thing when it doesn't come not because he's fighting it...but because the feeling left a long time ago on its own accord.
And so it is.
Let me kick your pedestal of ideals and make your pillow wet by ripping apart the nailed down veil covering up parts that you don't want to see, hear...accept. Because what you know right now is already too beautiful and on trying to follow irrational logic, you ask yourself this question: 'why try to ruin something so perfect? '. Because the perfection you've managed to create in your disillusioned mind is anything but. You're never going to accept the nitty gritty if the slightest hint of such incivility makes you want to change that person, smacking his hands at not treating you like a complete princess. I thought 'love' included loving one's imperfections, I guess the type of love you know includes molding someone into the perfect gentleman. I'm afraid, my dear, you're in for one hell of a show when the curtains open.
Let me place a silent, vertical index finger between your lips and imply this -when your life is a mess,
you absolutely NO right to say how others should live or behave. Even
saying 'who are they to say? ', who are YOU to say who are they to say?
If your life is going tremendously well and you condemn others for
behaving 'absolutely ridiculous, ' I support you. Other than that, if
your life isn't together, you have no right to condemn others on how
they live their lives. Your words are no longer credible to me.
With all the voice of a hypocrite, let me point out all your flaws only to have you accept them, and then repeat them the very next day. Let me bless you with the enlightened eureka moment you really haven't been looking for, let me introduce you to the path less frequented and more than insist you take that path only to have you cut across the forest to the regular trail tomorrow. Let me sit for hours on your words of change, when really, the only thing that will depart from business as usual is the tie you wear.
And it's confusing
to have control on when you reveal the nitty grittys, to judge and be judged, to bare all only to be hurt, to be able to hate because you're deterred from numbness, to be able to hate because you're capable of love, to be on both ends of the spectrum because your personality doesn't allow you convenience of the middle ground as easily as others.
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