For my anon -On
You asked me to be blunt and truthful in these poems,
and even after my restrictions broken I have written and re-written this soon to be poem over four times,
Before the writing came only when my heart was beating ona broken record,
or when my love was given like a teenage vow in a parking lot,
So I am at a loss for words,
but worse i’m afraid my potential won’t be seen.
Funny,
Cause I tell the world to not be afraid,
yet im afraid of letting my work be judged.
by someone who’s identity I do not know.
I wish I could golden plate this poor excuse of a poem for you,
Just so it would be nicer to look at,
but that’s just it though,
my perspective is always changing and I can never make up my mind,
writing and re writing, my poor backspace key.
So I suggest you just keep away from me,
because you are asking me to bear my heart and mind,
keep prowling and you might get suprized by what you find,
Cause im not the superman everyone wants me to be,
not even a soldier, let alone one that is super,
but here it is, your gold plated poem,
hope you like it,
cause honestly,
I prefer it to be silver.


