The Colors of My Love
I hate you for the millions timesI needed you and you shyed awayThe times I asked for you to clean and cookand you walked awayAnd when I said I love you, you repeated and drifted away...as words seeped out my mouth on to a silver plateYou absorbed it and I was left feeling bamboozled.Babe on hip I walkas if I have don't have more important things do But I dropped my whole damn life for youI picked up scattered pictures and broken vasesPhone guts splattered against the wallBroken glasses that explained your rageWhen the truth was too unbearable That it laughed in your faceWhen the struggle of being a man played its gameAnd yet you question me?You insult my dignity and integrity The colors of my love only overflow when I am in your pathAnd I am a robotyou climbed into my mindBecause I love youAnd I never thought I would leave youI'm shy to go To tell So I mispronounce youUnable to understand youso i can't forgetall those times you apologizedso i won't forgetthe way youprogrammed me to think your waymy love for you has dissolvedthe pain you causedblinding me from realityhas shocked me can't you understandand controlled my way of thinkingenslaved me...handcuffed meand mis-directed memonitorflat linefeeling no emotionsyou rewrote my programand adapted me to fit your formatseducing my bodyyou took all that you wantedall that you neededyou put me in a microchip...into this feminist categoryliterally i am stuck, until you push alt, ctrl, deletemis-spelled words, the colors of my love are blurry, unclearyou think you know what I wantyou think you can snap your finger andI'll run to youYou tell me I worry too muchYet your misspelled language is unclear to meSo I try to modify myself to fit youLetting you order for meLosing weight Telling me what to make for dinner I took a crash courseI learned the ABC's of home economics to please youyou knew my wantsbut hurt meyou denied me, rejected me as if i was nothingpushing numbers, over writing my memoryso i would not forget the purplish-brown heart shaped bruises on my armso i can't forget my hellish imprisonmentso many instances I wanted to walk out that doorand quiet the misfortunes of love lost's laborthat it has tipped the scale so many times it has written its’ own Dear John letter. Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 04:07 AM PST 0 • 8
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"I hate you for the millions timesI needed you and you shyed awayThe times I asked for you to clean and cookand you walked awayAnd when I said I love you, you repeated and drifted away...as words seeped out my mouth on to a silver plateYou absorbed it and I was left feeling bamboozled.Babe on hip I walkas if I have don't have more important things do But I dropped my whole damn life for youI picked up scattered pictures and broken vasesPhone guts splattered against the wallBroken glasses that explained your rageWhen the truth was too unbearable That it laughed in your faceWhen the struggle of being a man played its gameAnd yet you question me?You insult my dignity and integrity The colors of my love only overflow when I am in your pathAnd I am a robotyou climbed into my mindBecause I love youAnd I never thought I would leave youI'm shy to go To tell So I mispronounce youUnable to understand youso i can't forgetall those times you apologizedso i won't forgetthe way youprogrammed me to think your waymy love for you has dissolvedthe pain you causedblinding me from realityhas shocked me can't you understandand controlled my way of thinkingenslaved me...handcuffed meand mis-directed memonitorflat linefeeling no emotionsyou rewrote my programand adapted me to fit your formatseducing my bodyyou took all that you wantedall that you neededyou put me in a microchip...into this feminist categoryliterally i am stuck, until you push alt, ctrl, deletemis-spelled words, the colors of my love are blurry, unclearyou think you know what I wantyou think you can snap your finger andI'll run to youYou tell me I worry too muchYet your misspelled language is unclear to meSo I try to modify myself to fit youLetting you order for meLosing weight Telling me what to make for dinner I took a crash courseI learned the ABC's of home economics to please youyou knew my wantsbut hurt meyou denied me, rejected me as if i was nothingpushing numbers, over writing my memoryso i would not forget the purplish-brown heart shaped bruises on my armso i can't forget my hellish imprisonmentso many instances I wanted to walk out that doorand quiet the misfortunes of love lost's laborthat it has tipped the scale so many times it has written its’ own Dear John letter...."