Once, I FUCKED OFF
and once I died.
No need to wonder
why
why
why.
It was by direction of director,
and I had no say,
even though,
I didn't want it this way.
You just be human,
and pay the price.
Reaching for self
and the one
who would see,
and accept the one,
I truly be, truly.
What is not,
a thing one could love
in who I be,
and was to she?
Doors close,
but for crack,
and I can only peer inside,
to places I will never see again,
but only in my dreams
of what we once had.
I look to sky,
and scream out,
Wasn't it real?
Wasn't I worthy?
Couldn't she see
that what I be,
was all she
would ever need.
Or was it all, just only in my mind,
there living in my heart.
So this prize goes unclaimed,
unrecognized,
unexercised,
unwanted,
unheld,
unloved.
