You win

as much of me
as there is to see,
you look at me
and still don't see
who i am

as much about me
as there is to know,
you've yet to scratch
the surface though

you're scared to come in,
too curious to stay out

you know there's more
than meets the eye
but are you
man enough
to find out?

are you willing
to defy
having society
to decry
the choice
you would make
if my hand
you did take
and made
me
more...

or would you
front (for sure)
knowing there is
no cure?

because once
under your skin,
inevitable would be
my win

so while you contemplate
where to begin
patiently i wait
with a grin

while you plot,
the life lesson
you plan
to teach,
i've already written
my victory speech

it wasn't a game you see,
but if it was
for sure
you win.

Newness... the love scare.

Inspired by Musiq Soulchild's "Newness"



i'm not asking her to forgive him
for wanting to talk love to someone,
her,
Who is incapable of understanding love
[i mean...]
to someone incapable of understanding
[and]
incapable of loving him...
for she is not that same someone
who is afraid to be loved
but the last time love got too close
it burned her and left her hurt...
then here he comes,
looking like love,
the very likeness
of the last love that turned out to be a lie
while she struggles with the why
she is certain of the what
and it's not how she wants it
so when he gets close
she doesn't know where to run
because she is done with love
and she doesn't want to talk about love
and she won't admit that he is love
because she has too much pride
to admit that she got it wrong the last time
and that the last lie was not true
because it was not him
but she sees,
he is
[totally]
love