Because I cant write poetry about you

the parts of my life unable to be realized

on sheets of paper

You were an anonomly of reason

Five feet eleven of confusion on my brain.

Because I wasnt good enough for your family

a dirty little secret that you held at arms lengh.

ushering me out of your life as the drapes fell through

Because I was a dirt stain on a white shirt

the high before a crash

a mixture of Im sorry's and I cant do it anymore

a mixture of they would kill me for being with you

It is hard for me to understand why the difference of mellalin

would make your family hate

or why you never tried to tell them

why you never stood up to them

Why I became the dirty little secret of your life

because i was with you when the walls came tumbling down

crushing you in the dust of your life

And i cant write poetry about you

you played my heart strings

tuning them to play the most beautiful haramony

And I cant write poetry about you

I thought i had you

yet you fell through my finger tips

an illuision of what we should have been

A ghostly anonmly feasting the insecurity of the our naked souls

And i cant write poety about you