Numb is Strong

Do not cry, for to cry is weak,

And I’ll not ever be weak, not around you.

And hold your tongue, for words do rip,

And I’ll not ever rip at you, not you.

 

But if you need to cry, do not feel it weak,

You can come cry to me, always to me.

And say what you mean, even if the words rip,

You can alway rip at me, always me.

 

But separated, we are, by one small thing.

My love, you can never truly love me.

For though we click and though we’ve great fun,

Some things can’t be overlooked or undone.

 

What I mean, of course,

Is the way you look at girls is the way I look at boys.

I love you so much, more than you know,

But a fantasy is a fantasy and my heart knows it to be so.

 

Perhaps in another life, you could be mine,

But this is this life, and I can’t tread that line.

So in purgatory I’ll stay, but until then, my love,

Enjoy heaven for another day.

This poem is about: 
Me

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