You Know Who You Are (Hate) (parts VI - XI) (poem)

VI

Beauty's a temptress
But a rotten core is just as common.
Follow my advice:
Go for the best. Your dreams.
                                                  Not the outcome with the cheapest price.
I was emotionally bankrupt
With morals almost to match --
Thank god I escaped
Before I was permanently shaped.

One last time -- because repetition works:
Settle for promiscuity; weakness,
Lack of loyalty, impetuousness -- in short, scum --
And you'll know where I'm coming from.

VII

As negative as that is -- and I truly mean it --
I don't fear fear, or anything else in life --
I've been broken two times now
And put back together, with four times the power.

I don't care what pests think
After all that I've seen.
All that matters now are goals --
I couldn't give a fuck about jealous half-wit souls.

As aggressive as it sounds,
I'm still a pacifist -- I'll
Never use violence, or fight
Unless threatened -- in which case I might.

I'm merely responding to those
Still lost in jealous hostility --
I've been there and done that --
And I won't be going back.

VIII

Of course, six months alone
Gave me exactly what I wanted,
But as profound as it feels to
Grow alone, I needed something new.

But not quite new -- more
Eighteen months in the making.
No more jealousy, mistrust or faking:
I know everything rests on the risk I'm taking.

And I'll write it down
Knowing it will be long-preserved --
After a life of trusting just one being --
Myself -- such a statement is inexpressibly freeing.

I trust one other, and I trust her to death.
Too precious to name, but she knows who she is --
With a partner like that, can you see
Why I don't give a fuck what hate or spiteful words you throw at me?

Say what you want --
I might even listen.
But at the end of the day, you'll sleep alone
And I'll lie with the most beautiful thing I've ever known.

I've got myself, and her --
A small circle of friends,
My family, and a wealth of people I respect:
If you respect me, you can be that we connect.

If you like my writing, or the way I think:
If you like the things I do, or stand for --
Then believe I'd stand up for you --
Know that I'm someone you can come to.

IX

As the story draws to a close,
I leave my jealous remains in the past:
I wake each day to trust and fidelity.
I can do this because I value what's dear to me.

A few strong things in my life I care for
Is better than a strung-out existence
Based on popularity and appearance --
Instead, I live my life without bullshit interference.

To jealousy, to jealous ones;
To those who spend longer criticising
Than creating: I have only a few things left to say:
After that, by all means, continue to decay.

X

I said that jealousy was a weakness
(One that I knew all too well).
I was weak -- I was jealous -- I trusted
The wrong girl. I left, and I was disgusted.

But that's the past; now the
Future is the present. And
I've worked around the clock --
Went from bankrupt to the hottest stock.

So take this as you will --
Because I now what it means --
I have everything I need
In this life, to succeed.

I've lost and I've waited --
I've erred and I've cried --
But I have earned all that I've got;
I wake up each morning aiming for the top.

To jealousy -- to the haters;
To the idea I might ever go back...
I have one last thing to say -- then I'll be through:

XI

Fuck you.