The other side of Love.

 

You must know you torture me. With your smiling face.

Your flashing eyes. Smug way of flirtation. The wanting in your eyes

That you withhold like a weapon.

 I’ve been down this road as a young man.

Wanting to trust in your kind.

 Wanting to be held in your arms.

 Wanting to touch your soul.

I get angry at myself

When the twinge of desire

 Rises in my heart.

Your species are man killers.

Who can trust one thing you say?

Not me that is for sure.

 

How many of you have I romanced?

Taken care of and yes tried to love.

All for what?

To be beaten, battered and abused.

With smiles and a kiss that says I love you.

I have even wished at times I had been born gay.

Because of your kind.

No fucking chance!

Even I do not see what you see in us.

Gay men

Do not know how fortunate they are

 In not being attracted to your kind.

 

You think you’re smarter than us.

 And when you start out you most likely are.

We on the other hand

Have all the trouble of worrying about extra tools

Hanging off our body.

 Tools that could harm us

If we slid down a razor banister

 Or some thing like that.

 

 The real truth is

 We might get stuck

Inside your kind

Where we really want to be

And everything will get chopped off

By you

As you kiss us with a smile and say

I love you.