Poem: Sissyphean Rhapsody

Being right
is often very painful
especially in matters of love.

I told her
the very first day
and showed her a map
that I drew.

Espousing the truth;
We can't be together,
no matter
how much
we love.

"I can't come to your house
'cause it'd make me go crazy,"
a fact
I have learned
many times.

"I can't hang
with your friends,
I can't hang
with my own,"
All of this,
she just
brushed aside.

And then every week
it was "come to my house,"
then finally
"come out
with my friends."

So i finally cracked
and agreed
to come over.
Though my nerves
were as thin
as my skin.

But that day it was cursed,
in so many ways,
from my house burning down
to a stump.

And her crazy emotions
upon the full moon
may have come
from the blood
in her cunt.

Or maybe the fact
I'd gone back on my word,
or maybe the fact that she lied.

When saying she understood
what I was saying,
that first day
I told her inside:

"classes are real,
and your from another,
different and richer
than me.
And the only real manner
in which we can act
is chatting
if you buy me tea."

But deep in yuor heart
you love me to death
and wish to make love
all the time.

The crass-mean exterior
which reigns when your home
is nothing but a traumatic lie.
A persona-created
to keep
you from harm.
but I'm not the one
doing
the harming.
As long as you keep up
that bullshit exterior
it's only
your heart
you're disarming.

The lies
that you write
in your letters to me,
disolve like warm butter
whenever you see me.

The months of your hatred,
extinguished like flame.
But I may not be here
to cool them
again.

Remember me well,
whatever you do.
And if you must hate me,
say it's 'cause I wanted to screw you.


Is that so wrong?