Take time to know me.
If you don't want to know me.
Then get off of me, I'm not sorry.
I'm here, you're there.
Fuck you wasn't a dare.
It was a warning from the eyes that glared.
Go on, race down the stairs.
I'm not looking for any easy addictions or any other easy ecstatic escapes.
Never gave in to drugs, women or vape.
When in her memories I'd always wake.
I'm dealing with what I previously thought that I couldn't have coped.
Instead of stressing my neck on a loop of a jute rope.
I have kept myself to writing my sole truths.
But you are trying to use fancy words,
charismatic, prolific, exuberant words ?
I don't want to show off, flashing swords with you.
I'm head down on the ground.
Moved, lived and squeezed my head through where I wasn't bound to fit.
What do you know about poetry ?
If trendy sounds and rhymes are what you're looking for,
For it to become a hit.
Are you aware of words that actually
caused deaths to sound like symphonies ?
You are a phony, a wannabe.
You mimick what you are never to be.
But you see—
I've lived through most of what I've posted here for free.
Poetry is not for brain to read, analyze the meter or the bloody rhyme scheme.
But to use words that instills emphatic emotions in the hearts of its readers,
with which the broken hearted always in private grieve.