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Ah.. the good old days of REactive,emotional Drama-driven…

Ah.. the good old days of REactive,emotional Drama-driven Poetry. I have to admit, chicks kept me in my feelings… had my portfolio popping.
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Diferencias

She…
who blows up your phone, won’t leave it alone and let it die…
Calmly… drama free… peacefully.

Me…
texting you cuz you crossed my mind and I’m in a bind cuz now I can’t function if I don’t reach out and touch you…
just once…
and again…
one more time.

She…
Who’s ready to fight cuz she’s holding on to a ghost of a man who was gone long before I came thru.
But she feels like she’s just losing her grip so she tries to hold on tight… to you…

Me…
Who’s ready to fight cuz I’m in the right and I… want… my… chance.

She…
Fighting the wind with her hands cupped tight trying to save the flame on that one lonely match.
not realizing that the flame is dead and the light she sees,
are the memories burnt into her brain, keeping hope alive while going slowly insane.

Me…
Protecting that spark…
cuz I felt it spark when your mind reached out to mine and I …
found myself drawn to your intellect, still your body’s fine and all in due time…
I wanna touch that too.

I’m gonna strike that match and fan my flame and fight the wind and still remain sane… because what makes me different from she is that:

She’s burnt her match and mine’s not yet been struck;

I will never be she.. cuz I… am-a-pyromaniac.

I’m gonna keep this spark catching till the flame is roaring, I’m gonna blaze this fire…

Heat you when you need warmth,
Feed you, when it’s food you want
Burn it up, when el ogro’s roaring
Most importantly once I get going…

I’m gonna scorch the land free of all that’s passed, cleansed by fire, and free at last, you can finally stop holding your breath waiting for me to become she…

For I will never be…

Will always be me.

Blazing for you…

And when or if we burn out and you ghost out of my life like a wisp of gray smoke from a diamond head…

Still…

I will never be she..
a match dreaming of growin up to be YOUR Olympic torch.

Papi, Hay diferencias abundantes.

(c) 2008