Absent Minded
Being taught how to hate but never learning(for my fiance Blair)
Im no good at this poetry thing
says the man who calls himself the love of my life
and once your lover promotes another person hitting you
you realise something about love on a whole new level
and kissing a55 for hours on end
humbled by forgiven broken promises
and never mind talking your way out of a fight
accidentally started over the words predjudice and racism
and i know here i am at the heart of the matter the lovers and the world
like the moon and the stars cliche
people only change for themselves
but people do change
i need to learn to love myself again and in this environment
there is no room for growth
i can play the victom too as everything can always be my fault
as my subtle passive agressiveness overbears us all
and sinks ships of loose formed lips
and the confusion of drunken men hear what they want
but when your lover starts praising another man
for hitting you
its time to bail
there is no excuse
there is no time like the present to throw the fish back
people do change
but not that fast
if love was true
youd be more than just a faggot
and around true love no one would raise a hand
and lines of communication would be open and accepted as a blessing
promises would be kept
and the foundations of trust would not be shaken as you were building them
and the doors you walk through
of this relationship house youd both have a key
no one would be lower or better or greater
no one would be congratulated for hitting their lover
to learn the lessons of hate and never to learn them
and if they were to be hit by a close friend or family tie out of confusion
hurt or anger
confusion and pain are natural feelings that accompany any such sting
many people wouldnt roll over in bed saying deal with it
and dont say anything bad about the person who hit you in your own house
that your lover brought over
and wouldnt let leave
but congratulate later for putting you in your place
dear fiance
we're over
you lost
in my heart you have a very small place
you tried to teach me to hate
i never learned
we're over
and i fixed you up for the next person in line
so maybe one day when you are happy
youll come to me and shake my hand
and i'll smile in my misery
and look at the person you may be destroying now
i'll say a silent prayer
go home shed a tear
tell my new lover all about the life lessons you taught me
of the tricks and signs of abusive people and when to bail
you could have kissed me better
you could have got ice for my bruises
you could have done many things to make me feel better
but instead you took me to the mans place who hit me several times
in my living room
talked to him for hours ignoring me
and congratulating him for his abuse upon me the man you want to marry
but you see im no good at poetry
and im just a faggot anyway
i have no predjudice toward you
and hope you learn everything you can from everything wrong ive done to you
how hard you think you tried
all we can do is work on ourselves
dont throw proposals out of your mouth you dont mean
and i love you's you cant back up
and if you meant it you wouldnt thank the man who the one your in love with
several times for hours
while you ignore your fiance
goodbye and have a nice a life
says the man who calls himself the love of my life
and once your lover promotes another person hitting you
you realise something about love on a whole new level
and kissing a55 for hours on end
humbled by forgiven broken promises
and never mind talking your way out of a fight
accidentally started over the words predjudice and racism
and i know here i am at the heart of the matter the lovers and the world
like the moon and the stars cliche
people only change for themselves
but people do change
i need to learn to love myself again and in this environment
there is no room for growth
i can play the victom too as everything can always be my fault
as my subtle passive agressiveness overbears us all
and sinks ships of loose formed lips
and the confusion of drunken men hear what they want
but when your lover starts praising another man
for hitting you
its time to bail
there is no excuse
there is no time like the present to throw the fish back
people do change
but not that fast
if love was true
youd be more than just a faggot
and around true love no one would raise a hand
and lines of communication would be open and accepted as a blessing
promises would be kept
and the foundations of trust would not be shaken as you were building them
and the doors you walk through
of this relationship house youd both have a key
no one would be lower or better or greater
no one would be congratulated for hitting their lover
to learn the lessons of hate and never to learn them
and if they were to be hit by a close friend or family tie out of confusion
hurt or anger
confusion and pain are natural feelings that accompany any such sting
many people wouldnt roll over in bed saying deal with it
and dont say anything bad about the person who hit you in your own house
that your lover brought over
and wouldnt let leave
but congratulate later for putting you in your place
dear fiance
we're over
you lost
in my heart you have a very small place
you tried to teach me to hate
i never learned
we're over
and i fixed you up for the next person in line
so maybe one day when you are happy
youll come to me and shake my hand
and i'll smile in my misery
and look at the person you may be destroying now
i'll say a silent prayer
go home shed a tear
tell my new lover all about the life lessons you taught me
of the tricks and signs of abusive people and when to bail
you could have kissed me better
you could have got ice for my bruises
you could have done many things to make me feel better
but instead you took me to the mans place who hit me several times
in my living room
talked to him for hours ignoring me
and congratulating him for his abuse upon me the man you want to marry
but you see im no good at poetry
and im just a faggot anyway
i have no predjudice toward you
and hope you learn everything you can from everything wrong ive done to you
how hard you think you tried
all we can do is work on ourselves
dont throw proposals out of your mouth you dont mean
and i love you's you cant back up
and if you meant it you wouldnt thank the man who the one your in love with
several times for hours
while you ignore your fiance
goodbye and have a nice a life
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Being taught how to hate but never learning(for my fiance Blair)
Being taught how to hate but never learning(for my fiance Blair)