You Don't Like Me and I Don't Know Why

You do not like my ink or even my art,.

You do not like red and see through hearts,.

You do not like lace and knee highs,.

You do not like me and I do not know why?

You do not like chunky chilli,.

You do not like egg,

You do not like coffee,

Or the way I make the bed.

You do not like Disney,

You do not like Dreamworks,

You do not like how I look in a skirt,.

You do not like me and I do not know why?

You do not like being ridden,.

You do not like being fucked,.

You do not like anything I do,.

Unless you're on top.

You do not like piercings,

You do not like flesh tunnels,.

You do not like hip hop or stomp,.

You do not like me and I do not know why?

You do not like poetry

You do not like Pinotage,

You do not like Die Antword,.

You do not like Mars.

You do not like the way I talk about my mother,.

You do not like the way I slumber,.

You do not like the way I flirt,.

You do not like me and I do not know why?

You do not like me and you do not know why?

Explinations

How can I explain to you?

My selection,

My control,

My normal “self”.

How can I make you feel?

The passion,

The possibility,

The pulse.

How do I let you know?

I’m not normally so…

I don’t usually just…

I’m not acting entirely out of lust.

I can’t seem to articulate;

The normal process,

My conditions and ambitions,

The wait.

I’ve lost all concept of boundaries with you;

Teenage like,

I haven’t looked,

Ecstatic free-fall – hooked.

I feel an inquisitive fool,

Diving off into a pool of blue

Mesmerized, ignited by the power you possess,

Intimidated none the less.

A Fire Inside

A rage,

A swell of anger,

An all consuming fear.

A pain,

A well of tear drops,

An all devouring ache.

A disbelief,

A confusion infinity,

An all tormenting question.

A relief,

A slight lift,

An ever-changing landscape.

A defence,

"This is me",

An ever questioned theory.

A guilt,

A loss of control,

An anomaly metaphysically.

A nonchalance,

A survival technique,

An inherent capability.

A responsibility,

A burdened load,

An ability to explode.

Stop

Stop trying to teach me life lessons,.

Life is hard enough.

Stop punishing me for things I have not done,.

I've done enough.

Stop trying to manipulate me,

Or my brother - YOUR son.

Stop trying to control it,

It's all come undone.

Stop trying to fake sanity,

Yours is long gone.

Stop trying to be young,

Grow gracefully with age.

Stop trying to be right,

For all the world is a stage.

Stop trying to try

Wait, at least you managed that.

For Some Reason I Hate You

I do not think I've ever really hated you before,.

I've lost respect for you, yes,.

That's if I had any to begin with at all,.

But I do not think I've ever really hated you before.

I do not think I've ever really hated you before,.

Not as a drunk,

Or common whore,

But I do not think I've ever really hated you before.

I do not think I've ever really hated you before,.

I've misunderstood you, yes,.

Write it off to lack of life experience,.

But I do not think I've ever really hated you before.

I do not think I've ever really hated you before,.

Not as workaholic,

Self indulged psychotic,

But I do not think I've ever really hated you before.

I do not think I've ever really hated you before,.

I've judged you, yes,.

Partly ignorance,

But I do not think I've ever really hated you before.

I do not think I've ever really hated you before,.

But as the words spew out like venom once more,.

I realize the reason I hate myself is because I've never really hated you before.