Love Monsters II

I wish I knew more…

I wish I desired less

Of the drama

And more of the care,

The love and respect.

I was the man in your life,

I was supposed to protect you.

You see, I was built

By our great and Devine Lord,

To do as I can to protect you,

Even kill your pride and dignity

If I had to.

I curse social media,

It gave you a lot of likes

And this manifested in your heart

An ego so mischievously large

It evaded my degrading

And renewed your pride and dignity,

Forging in you a cold heart

Of a true narcissist –

Far more narcissistic than I.

I called you out

And told you my cries,

You told me my crimes

And how weak I was.

I never thought

You had a voice.

You said you are leaving,

I had no choice

But, to hold you down;

Pinned you down to the ground.

You said I was a pig,

Holding a woman up against her will,

And shouted, - hit me!

More than three times,

So it indicated

It just might be that time…

Look at the daughters

Of the mothers taught

To hang in there,

And the sons of the fathers

Taught, ‘take it like a man’.

A society of complicated relationships

And drama causing it to be toxic.

The more toxic the better,

Here we are, born to be victims

Of holding on to a violent chemistry

Of torturous relationships.

This cruelty binds us;

Somehow deepens the bond.

We are at war with each other

To stay together for further war.

I wish they were taught

Not to be just pretty,

Because that is all we want;

For them to say no more

But, to look good like dolls.

I wish there was more…

I wish there was more to them

Than bleached skin, lipstick,

Reconstructive surgery and nails polished.

I wish they were more than

Their beautiful make up

On their beautiful faces.

I wish they could be a friend,

And listen to all my fears

Without any judgments.

And this would not degrade

My precious masculinity

And cause them to disrespect me.

I wish I was less detached,

Because they love you

When you are detached;

They were taught

'He should never tear',

Causing me to be cold

And that is cool.

Now I walk around

Like some kind of robotics

And harm as much as I can

What I care about the most

Because that is cool, right?

And nobody cares how I feel

I should be a man,

Even when it hurts inside

So bad I feel like breaking down,

Because life is breaking me apart.

I should cry inside

And suck up

Society has built us;

A generation of anti-social men

And drama loving women

Both craving the high of pain

A toxic relationship can make.

We are love monsters!

And this is our age –

The age where love

Will be reborn

As a rebellious emotion

To this robotic nation

Where hatred reigns.