Sunday, May 15, 2011

Poem #1: If You Only Knew...SMH

If you new what was really going on behind the closed doors that opened up to your heart…you would probably have a heart attack. Because the fact is that the key that starts your car never fitted properly in the ignition. And all along you was really hotwiring your own engine, thinking that she was engaged with your gears. But that’s only if you knew…that faithfulness blew along with the tumbleweeds in the wind. And that as you thought of her, she was thinking of him. And when you was with him, he was thinking of her, wishing that he was you. Holding her hand while walking in your shoes. He wanted to rock your shoes, even if they didn’t fit. Because when selfishness is stubborn and is fascinated by something it sees, it is oblivious to all of the important things. So when he shoved his foot in these undersized sneakers, he tore than just leather and soles. He tore his soul. He tore the value of what friendship holds. He unlaced trust and ripped out the loyalty. His toes formed bunions and corns causing deformity. And no matter how much callus grew and blisters bled he still attempted to walk in shoes that was a little to small for his comfort. But that’s only if you knew…what was in between these shady lines. That consisted of nothing but dishonesty and feelings in disguise. The acronym for L.I.E. is Less Is Enough. When she told you that she was in love with you she was really in lust. Because true love don’t commit infidelities, especially when it is with your B.F.F. Best Fake Friend. But that’s only if you knew. That your right hand had caressed your heart every time you felt your chest getting ready to explode from just thinking of her. She is the sunrise that you awake for. She is the cloud that you float on from being forever high off love. She is the oxygen that your lungs desire to inhale and dread when you have breathe her out. She is your everything. But if you only knew that your everything, was everything but the things you thought she was, you would probably have a heart attack. You’ve mistaken her horns for a halo. Her attraction was nothing but a distraction to her empty soul. Her sex game put you in a blindfold not for the sexual suspense but to blind you from the truth. And he, he has a heartbeat of the Kamikaze. With bombs made up of betrayal strapped to his body, Crashing into your love while killing his own morals and principles. You walk with a butcher knife in your back and don’t even know it. He shakes your hand with red palms and you never even noticed. Her lips kisses yours with a heart that exploded. You catch grenades for her, not knowing she had thrown them. But what you don’t know wont hurt you…better yet it wouldn’t even kill you, sincerely Ignorance is bliss. You would kill and die in defense of this unconditional love. This estimates the epitome of black roses and guns. But that’s only if you knew, that your one and only was not the only one in the equation…1+1=2. Until someone decides to add another one, which changes up the sum. Relationships with pyramid like connections never succeeds and we wonder why its odd. Well trouble comes in threes. You bleed unconsciously from an invisible cut, that’s more like a gash. The depth of this wound is too sad for words. And knowledge wouldn’t heal it, but would only inflict the pain, so its best that you remain un-bandaged. I guest that’s the damage of what a beautiful knife would do to you. You’ve always wondered why every time you plucked Daisy peddles you was left with “She loves me not”. And as your suspicion rose you quickly forced yourself to believe that it was only a stupid game. But if cupid were to take ex rays of your chest it will be dreadful. Because the results would show an ice box where your heart use to be, with my fingerprints on the broken lock that once secured your everything. It would probably kill you, if you knew that I was to ashamed to write this poem in the first person. But that’s only if you knew
-M.Lee.003