Blurring the Line Between Perfection and Hate

To fall for the poet

Is to fall for the poem

The mindless words in that

Broken voice

The mask of metaphors of those

Gentle ocean eyes

The similes of silk hair

Like an angel's

Produced by

The smooth, soft voice

The well... timed... pauses, and

The skipped---beats

Like making love in

The most tragic of ways

Trying to hide the tortured voice caused by

Imperfection

Of knowing you're not good enough

Of knowing one muse isn't enough

Knowing that the poem is

A steel wall

Put in to keep you out

Put up to keep you down

The crazed eyes craving crazed souls to devour

For the perfect word

A perfect work

And you finally understand why it's called falling

When you can't find a foothole to pull you back up

So you keep falling

For the perfect words you love so much

The imperfection that can only hate

So you keep

FALLING

Even though you know

It'sonly a poem

Words on a page

The love of a poem can't break a fall