Lost The Will To Live (C) 4-19-09

Not another sad poem, I’m sick of writing sad poems Poems of heartbreak and deceit Poems in which I’m emotionally set on fire And my under garments are drenched in gasoline I feel so unloved even by the refuse extracted from men It’s like I walk around cologne smelling of vomit I’ve washed my skin from the paint that makes me a toy But I foretold you hurting me like Nostradamus I always felt like I was in love with someone But that’s not what the movies and books chose I had no choice but to gaze into the stars And think of asking you is this the way love goes Please God in the Heavens not another sad poem Please strike this pen from me and turn it happy Please lord of all men and lord of the skies Take your mighty celestial hand and slap me Right before my eyes I envision you leaving me All for him on the hoppy revival holiday You know I tried to ease her Sunday But I knew that soon we’d just fall away I wish I could sue fairy tales for fraud Because there’s never a happy ending I studied Cinderella and Sleeping beauty And I should sue for the time I’m spending Maybe it’s because they were girls or something But I thought maybe they’d be for every gender I hoped I could at least be Prince Charming And I be granted a hand that I could lend her Constantly heard leave them girls alone But that’s what my biological dad say Maybe I should’ve heeded his warning Cause now I’ve lost the will to live like Padma