Sunday, September 14, 2014

Bad Taste

Don't call me 'sweetie'
it leaves a bitter taste of impression.
of all the taste, that's the one which should not be associated with me.
I can be coffee, in all its bitterness, 
only few could appreciate
sugar can cause a rush
but I got the kicks needed to feel alive:
awakened senses.

Don't call me 'sweetie'
I know that tone: condescending.
when I'm right, tell me.
but not after a long arduous argumentation.
I am putting my best in this battle.
I know I'll win the war.
don't cheat by conceding.
it's not me you're appeasing.
it's your ego you're mending.
and I am far from pleased.
I want a sincere admission of defeat.

Don't call me 'sweetie'
I don't pee honey nor shit gold.
I shit the same shit of worst,
and sweet is not what my discharge should be called.

I am not a taste.
Not even a figure of speech.
I am a person. Literally.
No endearments can change that.

Don't call me 'sweetie'
no endearments please.
I am not a dear.
not to you who calls me 'sweetie'
because it makes me soft and weak in your eyes.
          I am not a 'sweetie'
nor will I ever be.

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D.B.R.S, 17 Feb 2014

The Pin

I'll stop whatever I'm doing at your call
I'll drop the book I'm reading to talk to you.
I stopped being me for a moment
Just to be your idea of me.

You met me. I met you.
It got complicated.

You met me.
I knew you.
It got complicated.

You just met me when
I got to know you.

We're stuck.

You in your bubble. Me in reality.
Two worlds apart.

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 D.B.R.S
11 Feb 2014. On the long queue for editing.