I've been told that maybe I should do some "shadow work."
It's kinda like working on that "inner jerk" except it's
a little more spiritual.
Quite often I'll find myself running off towards love
only to capture lust in the garden of delights as love
quite easily escapes my sights and all of my "rights"
and "wrongs" flash before my eyes to no suprise...any-
more. Now I just simply sit back and wait to see what
love has in store for me next.
Funny, but when I read love stories the text seemed oh
so plausible. I've tried and I've tried to believe that
it's fake but surely I'll cry more than I'll laugh
so in the aftermath of my last "greatest" relationship
I've ever known, I think I'll attempt to own up to those
cracks in my cement, the chinks in my armor, my..achilles
...heel.
For real, if Superman can have kryptonite then truly I can
have a sex-less night and not feel like I'm alone, right?
Sometimes I feel that if loneliness is a job or even a
career then I'm ready for my pension plan to kick in and
somebody hand me a shovel because my love is getting
buried six-teen feet under.
It's now wonder all of those romances ended with, "happily
ever after" because nobody wanted to have to pay bills, or
raise kids, or show what couples did when life wasn't a
"spoon-ful of suga" cause the medicine is really, actually
very foul and taking it has left me howling at the moon
naking in the middle of Central Park like the Fisher King
Maybe it's my turn to be mean sometimes and listen intently
to DMX rhymes while I give love and romance the gas-face
Yeah! When will it be my turn to ask for space? When will
it be my turn to tell someone who loves me to get the hell
oughta my face then dismiss their tears, stomp on their fears
and watch all of my years as MR NICE GUY go sailing bye-bye?
Naw, I choke on those words because that ain't even me
or maybe it's that man in the mirror, my dark side.
I wonder how long it can hide? How long can I keep my
pride at bay whilst I play "Nice Guy" and stay faithful
to that thing called "LOVE?"