Unbound (poem)

By Luke Labern

I am not the man you want to upset.
This is not the girl I loved when I first met.
Taking things to heart, it's what I excel in --
You play on my weaknesses; what're you trying to win?

I'm done with crying, I'm sure you are too.
So why inflame? Why aggravate?
I'll whisper this: I don't like the new ...
Twisting and turning, making boys salivate.

Keep your sailor's mouth to yourself:
I'm trying to stay focused, continue with good health.
You're smiling but still weeping: crying
Out with your drunkeness: it's clear you're still trying.

Trying to overcompensate for the gap
Where a boy used to be. He's a man now
Who sees his scars and how you sap
His patience: misery within I'll no longer allow.

Some people believe they're born a saint:
I won't ever let you forget I know it's a feint.

A Poem,
Published 13 February 2012

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