Live with it
Suddenly I read again that poem she wrote for me That's been sitting framed on my shelf Gathering dust It was years ago, has it been years ago now? Now? I was left feeling the lie that is all that it was The lie that makes you want to rip the world Apart But still makes sense She thought she knew me, and she did, in so many Ways. She caught me in that framed bit of truth She knew the snorts or my sleep The desperate grabs at affection The coughing desire fulfilled The unpolished me She knew. And I was angry when I read the poem That at the time I embraced, as I embraced Her I was angry reading it. I was me. I was not That But she was right I am That I am Even God put on the spot Proclaims I am That