I think that I’m finally on the verge of
understanding.
I think that the tiniest of inklings is
beginning to form,
And I am just now seeing the silhouette
Of what I have been blind to all this time.
It would have been too hard to love me.
It would have taken too much of an effort,
Because we both know I don’t belong in your
world.
I’m not like that.
I’m not like her.
She’s easy.
No, not in that way.
I would never resort to petty name-calling,
Especially towards one who is blameless.
It’s not her fault that she fits so neatly
into the puzzle you’ve created.
It’s not her fault that she has the all
important seal of approval…
The one that I never cared to cared to
seek.
Perhaps it is a part of my delusion
But I have always believed that what lies
between two people
Is more important than the opinions of
others…
Others who judge based on trappings and
adornments,
Not bothering to know the heart that beats
within.
Others who are quick to say what you want
to hear
Because they lack the courage to stand
against you,
Even if the words would be the truth.
I’m not like that,
And I’m through with pretending to be,
Just so the hope of a second glance could
stay alive.
This is who I am, devoid of all the
trimmings.
This is who I am, the real me
Not a projection of what I desperately want
the world to see.
Either accept me for who I am, or stay
chained to your lazy love.
I know that you would choose the shackles.
You are so quick to run at the slightest
sign of rain.
It would have been too hard to love me.
It would have been too hard to try…
Too hard to open your eyes to what I could
offer,
Instead of accepting the judgments of
others.
So be it.
I deserve someone who would not be afraid.
I deserve someone with the courage to say
this is the one that I love
And that is all that matters.
The End