realism

On November 25, 2016
a poem by [mitchell]

Love is my battleground, and sometimes I don’t win. But that’s not the point I’m trying to make. Love is where I thrive so I shall keep my love to myself because nobody wants to hold and keep it. I thrive there best not only because I’m a poet, but also because I’m real to whomever I date.

But if I change, it’s not you, it’s me, or I never loved you to begin with.

It ain’t good; it ain’t bad.

It ain’t all hood, so don’t get mad.

I’m real, so don’t tell me I’m fake.

I’m a true realist. I’m going to tell you how it is. I just think you falling in love with somebody like me just can’t happen because I can’t love you back. In no way shape or form.

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