PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

By Peter Christopher Raymond

Copyright 2013

You have no point of reference of how high you set the bar

Or the depth of the resentment as we argue and we spar

While you parade your perfectness I'm one shade short of green

With your tone-deaf pep talks you maul my self-esteem

Reducing me in size whenever you stop to scrutinize

Like the guys who won't pry their eyes from my thighs

Too wide to slide into your skinny jeans

I'll stay obscure and won't demur as you direct my dreams

Open with my frailties to most profound regret

With my diary detailing the ones you just suspect

I gave you ammunition to weaken my defense

Please help me find the fragments of my shattered confidence

Caught in this tearing tide of primal rivalry

I tried to buck the trend yet was swept far out to sea

I cannot lessen the surly suggestion meant to be off-putting

Or reverse the terse and perverse curse

The cold course comments that cut you all the worse

I wish I'd never endeavored to compete on equal footing

Sit with me in my wondow as the crickets chirp en masse

My future lies in limbo with my childhood nearly passed

Tap your hand on the small of my back and hush me tenderly

I press my chin against your skin releasing memories

Baking, biking, borrowing clothes and building bonds of joy

Simple truths born in youth which time shall not destroy