I Am Not Yours Anymore. Poem by RIC BASTASA

it was the pain that made me write.
You never knew it. I never showed it.
If i show it, what use? Will you laugh
at me? or will you love me more?
But you did not love me, not even once.
And you never laughed, which made me
love you more.
But a man learns easily, than women perhaps.
I knew it. A man had always worn a better mask.
Zorro and Sorrow. Batman and the Bitman.
Robin and the robin.
It is the pain that keeps me writing.
And i am beginning to like it.
And liking pain is questionable i suppose.
One suspects whether a sad man is not a lunatic.
But sad men are never lunatics.
Lovelorn men write better. Love lost and love
wasted make most of theliterature and art we
have in this world. This poetry of sadness.
This poetry of grief. And on the other hand
drama keeps on beating. Heart is drama. And so
is love. Love lost. Love wasted. Self dissipated.

And there is this door to the beyond.
Beyond this writing. One opens it and then
enters and then shuts himself in.

And that is the end of This.
Yes, you see no more of me.

Yes, i am gone away.
Yes, i am not yours
anymore.