This is a story about a girl in her twenties and a guy in his twenties; late.
They went
On a date when every other person walked into the mall hands in hands and shoulders;
That’s today.
Their fates already sealed by the late mr Kori and little Miss Kate.
So I know, and you know that he would be leaving this evening with a no,
And she would have dodged another bullet of a man sent to rent what’s left of the tattered clothing of her shadowed past,
Park into her heart with no rent.
Brothers and sisters, you relate with this right?
How often do we already decide what he intends, from the last person we met who was from the same tribe?
Has the same look, with a similar beard, same complexion, from the same country;
How we now act like everyone with the same ‘dark’ name plays the same bad game has left me wondering;
If this field will ever be fair.
I mean, long before I came along your path someone, somewhere already did my name a smear, so all I do with whatever I do, or do not, would be to remind you of him, how awful?
And when you can’t seem to box me you still find a box to box me, your low blow finds a way to make ‘all men, all women, the same’
Dear dearie;
Just because we all carry the Y chromosome doesn’t make us the same with your EX, the same way your X doesn’t make you miss Kate,
Our meeting was not a mistake.
I am not Mr. Kori.
I wouldn’t choose quick seconds over the trust you give;
I wouldn’t love you and leave;
Or maybe I would, but please
Let me not pay for what he did.
And don’t let him pay for what I did,
And if you can do this for me, I promise to hold up my own end of this bargain, and not think you only came for the money,
not let you pay for all she did.
No I’m not saying ‘snap out of it’, I know you still hurt, you are human so you should feel;
but let’s consciously drink from these bars tendered to heal;
And in a short while from now,
A little walk from this bar; we would have drunk to fill.
For only then would we walk into the mall, hands in hand,
And maybe, I would be fortunate enough to get a ‘Yes’ by the end of the night, this time from the real you, on this date, the day we finally let go.
Let’s face it,
Nobody is really real with all the weight;
So we can lose the hate, and plan to love again, today.
Christ a poet 