A Poem Not For You

This poem's not for you...

My rhymes are too sweet,

Too rich and too deep

to be offered to someone

who seems incomplete.

My words are too special,

and carefully crafted

to be given to you, whom

nobody wanted.

These lines—too profound.

And such angelic sound,

is too pure for your ears

and your soul hellbound.

For I have not come to save you,

nor leave to forget you.

YOU, came to my rescue and

allowed me to break you.

Thank you :)

For giving me the pleasure

I always sought.

You rescued me from the boredom

others have brought.

In other words...

You were the scrap paper I used,

to draw playful scribbles

—to leave you a painful bruise.

In other words, you

were never an "art"

You were never MY art,

and never in my heart.

But now, now, dear... Don't read too fast.

Take it slow with your pace.

Let your emotions last.

Let the ache stain your face... Let in the horror of your past.

Let go. Let it show.

Your breaking heart won't define me.

It defines your weakness. All did know.

When I became the words to your poetry.

And what an opportunity it is to be

drowned in that vast sea

—in every phrase and bleeding plea,

knowing that the one who won the victory

was still me.

You write for me, while my poems 

are not meant for you.

For your worth never fills mine enough,

While I shake every part of you.

You were the ship that I sailed

with a heart full of devotion.

For I knew with you,

I'll soon reach my destination.

Yes, you were just the bridge

that I was forced to pass.

You're my favorite chapter...

that I hope won't last.

For your story was such a blessing;

It adds up to my spice,

but too much of you

is something I'd despise.

Now, now dear...

I said don't read this too fast.

Take it slow with your pace.

Let all emotions pass,

remove the stains off your face.

Let go of the past.

Remember what I've said:

This poem's not for you...

And it doesn't deserve to be

written for anybody, too.