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amid the creaking eaves
of my aching empty heart
slashed to the barest bone
I find am I
long after the reverence
had start
I suck at love
I bull doze those
I only wish to draw closer
as I'm trying to be real
while giving them the real me
in ready return
every even last jagged shard
I'm a mouthy pain in the ass
I can't even see very far passed
Me
to ascertain the temperature
of how another might feel
in essence
I squander my chi
its hard loving with such
flawed perceptions
I guess everyone has to deal
with their own fragmented limits
and personal peeves
they struggle too
I'm certain
to make sense of theirs
and others needs
I'm a mess
drowning
in my own discretion
too opinionated
from stupidity
I seem to take my cues
naive
immature
A typical nag
holier than thou attitude
these are some nasty labels
I have to somehow
muck my way through
and what if he's right
and I am all that
what then
simple
more aching
more emptiness
to deal with
and less and less
warm loving heart
to be shared
again to myself
I must express
'It is, what it is'
why be so distressed
as there are lessons in
even this
nothingness.................
(Jan. 19, 2010 415am)