Them

Being a bastard seems like the only way

to be nice, in a forceful way.

No one woman holds all the keys,

as I, now, have hold of the locks

While this tangle of flesh attempts to consume me,

I know, it is comfort that gets me lost.

It's been said that in the all of giving

There’s no danger", but there is.

For in the heat of the all of us

I'm always where I shouldn't be,

a lot in love, on a temporary basis

gets hard to explain

to all these faces.

Some understand through their flushes

my tenderness is lost in captivity.

Words about traps I understand as a paranoid,

my reactions

that of a rat, maze testing.

Running for cover by ignoring their commitments

placed upon me, by my unselfish self,

I'm learning to say no after such a long time.

It's not easy to change the way you think.

So, I'm sorry

but not too terribly,

for you're all in my existence when my existence is in change.

If I seem to be what you want

then give me a chance

to find all that I can be.