Since the sun first shined
down on me and my eyes,
I've noticed that I
am a tad defiant.
Individuality
is one of my greatest kinks,
and I wanna see things,
soaring through the sea.
However, this also means
that one of my closest friends
has been the mechanism of defensiveness,
and when anything becomes an idea
I'll not stop at doing my best
to wrestle it.
When a person tells me that
a word, phrase, or sentence
is 'incorrect', I feel that they have now sentenced
themselves as being a glib figure of authority
of whom I shall now wage war with, warring
over the abstraction.
However, what I really just need to hear
is how much it hurts them,
and in the end
I'll die a fool --
a poor, broken, bitter fool --
because in those moments,
I wasn't heroic, I was cruel.
The idea seemed fiendish,
but it was I who kept trampling
over the god-given boundaries
of a close friend
and kept saying,
time and time again,
a word that rubbed him the wrong way.
It always seemed like
something happening to me,
a call of attack
to end the charades
where I got a laugh.
So when she said, 'please, don't say that',
I forgot that it was a person, like me,
with undefeatable convictions and feelings.
It felt like power-play,
and so long as it was an idea --
not a human feeling --
then, I stood to be an idiot
with defensiveness
as my only friend
in the end.
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This Gray, Unfortunate Place (2)
שיריםPoetry that straggles the heartstrings. (You don't have to have read the first book.)