Deny me the truth . . .
I feel
as though all I am
is a lie
and
that all I will ever be
are the tears
forming
in the shaded corners of
your eyes
reflecting your pain
trying desperately not to fall
that I may never have
the satisfaction of being
the cause of your anguish
your misery
denying me your tears
as though they are all I desire
Damn you
for thinking that
would bring me pleasure
for thinking me less
of a man
than I already feel
and
damn you
for allowing me so deep
within your heart
that I might be the one to
break it
that I should be the reason
for you to give up on trust
and hope
Damn you
for loving me
for making it so hard
to walk away
December 1, 2006
Ezequiel J. Flores Jr.
