Ink From The Rose

I\'m reading her writings
And deep in the back of my mind
A part of me is screaming at the top of my lungs
Because I\'m wondering.......
I\'m thinking.......
\"Yo, is she really in love, again\"
I have hidden these feelings like easter eggs on easter sundays
Like Grandfather George\'s goodyear money
Like Cher\'s booty panties from Sunny
As a matter of fact this life of love
Is no longer funny!
If she was
standing in the mist of my glare
I\'d throw everything I could at her
Anything that I could pick up
Shit....
I no longer respect her!
I\'m 19
and love already has me tierd, disgusted and dismissed
But everyday when I think about loving her again
I tend to go back and wonder how in the hell did I deserve this?
A part of me wants to curse her so bad,
I could put a pirate to complete total shame
How could she turn a relationship that was full of so much happiness for almost two years
Into nothing but torrent lies, misdirections and unforgettable and unforgivable pain?
She\'s still continuing to write these poems about new love and shit
But everyday,
Everyday I get up with battle wounds from fighting cupid\'s ugly ass and his little gang for shooting me and shit
With one hand over my eye and cuts all over my rib areas
and a hole in my heart
I still stand to look at that ugly reflection of me everyday and I say......
I\'m not the one to blame!
She lied to me........
She murdered me mentally.......
And now......
I\'m just a walking dead image of....Romeo!

The blood is not on my hands
I never have attempted to dip my pen in someone else\'s ink
I\'m a unique poet with unique skills
So when God questions me about how did I loose my other half
I\'ll just say, \"God, It was her that did the stink\"!

So once again,
I plan on calming myself down
And take a deep breath and look at everything
And the rest of my feelings.....
the pain, the dreams, the hope and the prayers
I plan to pack with the rest of her dreams and goals
And UPS that shit straight to Mississippi or Illonois
Shit......
\"Where ever her ass at\"?

So many times I have dusted myself off
And have planned to move on
But everytime I think about the letter \"T\"
Shit, sometimes things to me seem impossible!
But still somewhere deep down inside
I know I\'m still that fine king God has prepared
for some very beautiful woman with enough ass I could sub-pass with this spoken word and breath taking class
But ummmmm...... I just hope she thinks
Before she dares to take a swipe of the rose petal with ink!