So I Don'T Choke - Poem by Leslie Alexis
Today was yet another day in what seems our
Eternity, you - perfect with me - not..
Men stare in wonderment
Puzzled as to why Shrek, lays with snow white
Every eye on us, staring - burning holes in my forehead.
Right pass me, some bravely hit on you..
As I step back to strengthen the impact of my fist
Not of the hand, but of the heart… For why did you
Converse… and what's with the smile?
Envy, the green demon., flicked a smirk, lips bitten
In wrench-ful humility, for I guess until the ring, you're still free
Still, As a lady you ought to honor me.
What if I pulled the same card, out my many
Hats? … Swords, bricks, or gloves… to deliver blows to your heart
As you did to mine… I bleed, that invisible blood..
That hurts, like a million of the sources of the red.
Kindly, I walk away. For human punches
Escape the kind of hurt, I wish to impact.
Eyes tearing… heart again being sealed
Padlocked, as hatred
Satiates with great joy, the same place where love lives, to
Match your hurt on me, I'll improve the game
Everyday, should I change, my hands I'll
Withdraw… within, your Shrek laid a heart laden with sweet
Incense and myrrh.. But with your poison… you poisoned it! ! !
Time now spent with you, would be mask in love with the aim of
Hurting you.. Her ass, shall be bigger, her hair fuller… her lips.. Softer.
You started this… I shall master it… I shall end it… Enjoy the ride
Oh, wretched one..
U should not have crossed me.. Not Like this.. Not now… not the way I loved!
Copyright © 2008 Leslie Alexis
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