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I wanted to share a long poem I wrote a while ago. Enjoy. 
Love is like this flu I can't shake...
it's like the glue
that renews
every time I let my heart break...
no matter what's at stake,
I find myself,
on the line myself,
try to remind myself...
all the words of wisdom I don't buy myself,
like obese
chain smoking MDs
preaching heart health,
good sense in stealth...
But I know, "no" is a hard word to recall,
when all in all
the "no" in front of "body" is the one I want to fall...
replace with "some"...
Sometimes,
some lines
are easy to bite,
when I like somebody,
the sum of my likes
may be greater than some of the parts that's shoddy,
but I improvise,
I make this guy
the master of disguise...
like a paper doll
I outfit
the gent
in what ever suites my eyes...
and call it "luv"...
Instant message my heart...
triple bypass common sense, all warnings, or anything that's smart,
all for a spark,
convincing myself sparks fly when iron makes iron sharp...
but on the real,
Iron gets worn away if the other metal's steal...
Love isn't something you feel,
in 2 minutes or 2 decades,
it isn't the fireworks, parade,
homecoming ball in masquerade...
and it isn't one sided...
love with no love in return is like missiles misguided,
destructive inside it...
once subsided,
the love sick pursues a quick fix,
frustrated that nothing fits it...
resumes obliviousness...
Thus, there it is
the circle of love completes itself
As it repeats itself
in its mistakes
Love is like this flu I can't shake...
it's like this glue
that renews
every time I let my heart break...
no matter what's at stake,
I’m finding myself,
Reminding myself...
Not to make the same mistakes
So this time I safe guard myself by throwing in a subtly change
Like a name
I’ll change from John to James
James to Jim
Same game
New him
I welcome
A welcome intrusion
2nd date,
He breaks into my heart
Third date is date rape
With welcome bruising
Like picking at scabs
That feel good pain that numbs you to the losing
Of vital senses
Mistaken identity
Call it intimacy
As the feeling intenses
Now feeling recompense is
Appropriate, it’s about time
Thank God we didn’t procreate
Turn on the appropriate crying
But the difference is
God honors godly sorrow
Leading to remorse and repentance
That tears and snot
He does not
Leaving you hollow
Near dead inside
And that the feeling eating me alive
Tearing me to shreds
Living with different men
With different sin
But to the life giver I’m dead
I want to erase the empty feelings
The pain
The wounds that gape without the healing
I’ve been naked without revealing
Covering but not concealing
Filled up but not fulfilling
Pretending I’m building a tower to trump
My bad luck in love
But time to bag up my unlucky love
Like a bad drug,
It got me high but did me ill
Love is like a flu I can’t shake
But even the flu kills
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Posted by JMlessons on 2008-05-22 08:23:51 | Rating: | Views: 113
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sad, moving, and beautiful. JM, you are a very talented writer.
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Posted by spiritualcoma
on 2008-05-24 01:09:41
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Thank you. very much. :)
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Posted by JMlessons
on 2008-06-07 17:03:28
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