It is funny, what it takes to earn you.
to fill this empty throne beside me.
But I need you to know this now...
before rings are slipped onto fingers forever,
and we submit to our third circle before the Most High Herself.
Know this before we meet...
This is monday morning up before the sun,
only to miss the bus,
to a class I hate,
and am not admitted to once late,
to finish a report for the same prof
but not before
I'm redoing the work, that my group was supposed to do,
cause they don't care
and I do.
Then running while choking on my pride
To beg the nice lady,
to match ones and zeros
to make it acceptable
for the government,
that I've been paying since before birth,
to lend me more money,
so I can improve myself,
and then pay them back, plus a lifetime, more of the 15% off the top.
I don't need your bailout, old white man.
And then watch a cheque bounce because I'm a penny short. (literally)
This is me suffering for a better tomorrow.
Where you live.
Because you are the last rep, and this bar will not fall and crush me
The last situp when I swallow the vomit
The placation of the silence
When the authority is ten minutes of drivel away from the precious yes, that
I need
to get
1step
closer to you.
I am crying behind my eyes,
Screaming behind the filter
On fire always, for,
the hope of you, is what makes quitting impossible.
I am becoming the man you deserve.
I will provide for you
I will keep you safe
I will push you onwards and upwards
I will break the world in half for you
I will make sure
that every single day,
you will know,
I keep this temple only for you,
and you are the altar,
and this love is upon it.
And it will be spoken through my actions, because you will be bored of all the poetry I write you.
I am going back to class now...and I am doing it,
so that I can slip the headphones playing Bjork,
over your pregnant stomach,
marvelling at the wonder of you
kissing you with suns of passion,
just before running out to get you some Haagen Daas, and...beef jerky?
-sure, baby, whatever you need, truly.
I love you,
I need you,
There is only you,
I will never leave,
and I want you
......... so badly it hurts.
These words are but notes filtered through a young instrument.
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