School is a training ground,
exercising our ability to “bullshit”.
Essays stack upon boundless mounds,
and without hesitation we wish to burn it.
I said to you,
love and relationships
But such concepts are misunderstood.
That night I came over,
I had a raging gut feeling,
as I sat on the platform, missing that train
by a mere number of seconds.
I knew that I shouldn’t have left
my house that afternoon.
Yet, my heart is not my gut,
and I followed my desire to simply be with you.
I don’t care
about the humiliation,
All I know is that
I’m cray about you.
Even when we don’t talk,
I admire the silence of the world
which we walk together,
in day and in night.
Why shouldn’t I be able to write
and say such words of affection,
without being judged and condemned
by societies conclusion that I am odd?
Why can’t I say things
and be seen as someone genuine?
Who doesn’t care
about the rejection he may face; the humility.
Oh what a life we live in:
where one is expected to be emotionless;
punished by honesty and admiration.
Why can’t I show a shred of love to anyone?
I don’t want to live in a reality
so hostile to the art of the mind.
Where my pursuit of happiness
is crushed by outsiders.
Yes, this may all seem ridiculous,
and this poem may not rhyme,
but what really matters is not me!
It’s how you feel.
I will not cheat myself!
I need to choose between
what is right and what is easy.
And easy: is simply letting you go…
With every strain of consciousness
in my mind, heart, gut -whatever!
I don’t care anymore,
I will not let myself defy me.
All I want,
All I need,
is to tell you so.