[1:46 p.m.] [2002-10-14]
[New Poem]

Hey everyone,
Here is a new poem I just finished. It is not meant to be bitter or harsh, just an observation.


Bite my tongue

Here is a secret, one that will help you I’m sure
Don’t tell the woman whose bed is still warm with your body from last night about the woman you are trying to be with tonight
She will feel the knife prick the same as any love
No matter how cool she may appear
This type of pain transcends emotions
It goes straight to want
Nothing makes a woman feel as ugly as quickly as the man not wanting
I know now why you bit my tongue to keep me from saying your name
Your name is sacred and reminiscent of humanity
She is not as strong as she cares to admit
Maybe she underestimates her ability to let go, to let it go, to not go at all
And she is ugly
And maybe this is how you wanted to make her feel
She can leave you winded and maybe she never wanted you to know that
Maybe these secrets of her heart are best left alone to sleep
She can walk away, forgetting where she was, who she was and this will be okay, for now
This way she forgets that she is ugly
This way she forgets that he made her feel that way
That man, whom she thought could be different
That man who made her feel as beautiful as she felt most days without his influence
She has often looked in the truth telling mirror and saw the crinkles by her eyes and for a fleeting moment remembered the possibilities her eyes held her focus
Forgot that some people make beautiful things ugly to resurrect their own beauty
He is that man, the man that she forgot not to listen too
Forgot that he was of no consequence before that night
That he could not make her ugly as she felt the morning she woke in his arms
Those human arms warm with blood, wrapped around her body beautiful
The beauty he spoke of her the evening before as he seduced that body of beauty
She was want laid out before him
She became need for only a few moments
And melted into forgotten ugly the next
He will bite another’s tongue before midnight strikes and too another girl will be ugly
He will leave a wake of beauty behind in his indecisiveness
He will forget that beauty holds no bounds
And these women will remember ugly long after their beds are cold with his name

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