Let Me Be

I decided to leave it written as it was when it was first composed. No more words are necessary to describe it, but I will provide a few. Accept me as I am, or let me go for what I never will be. This applies to EVERYONE currently in my existence, with no exceptions. I am RJ. Nothing more and nothing less.

 

truth be told, this piece is truly mundane;

this is more of a vent session than a piece,

she will not listen,

so maybe she will read,

she just isn’t getting it,

or she just isn’t taking it serious

so either things must change

or I must profess that she needs to

 

the rage is injected thru the ink stream of my pen,

conflicting emotions overwhelm my very being,

everything that I’ve done for her

has gone against all that I’ve stood for

…now how ironic is that?…

truth be told, I cannot confide in others,

the tribulations that she and I face,

yet she cannot find the severity and authenticity

in the words that I speak

perhaps she doesn’t know,

perhaps she doesn’t care,

nevertheless my ultimatum remains

… untouched and unchanged …

either love me

or leave me

…let me go…

…let me fly…

…let me be…

we both know what needs to be done,

yet I am the one working for it to come into fruition,

we both know what needs to be said,

yet I am the one attempting to rationalize our problems

I cannot leave her,

yet remaining leaves me confused,

the brotha in me forms tears

that the nigga in me refuses to allow to drop

what once was her heart,

what once was my home,

has become closed to me

…so with this, I say…

either love me

or leave me

…let me go…

…let me fly…

…let me be…

I cannot chase you,

as life has left my legs weak,

I cannot fight for you,

as my arms have become fatigued

this is not a test,

this is not a bluff,

this is sincerity minus the creativity,

an illustration of how serious our matter has become

either love me

or leave me

…let me go…

…let me fly…

…let me be…

there was life before “us”

there will be life after,

no man is irreplaceable,

neither is a woman

maybe she doesn’t know,

maybe she doesn’t care,

but this is what it is

…this is what it has to be…

we will not last in this position,

our love cannot survive these emotions,

I will not work at this unequally

I will not work at this alone

this is my ultimatum

from mind,

from body,

from soul,

either love me

or leave me

…let me go…

…let me fly…

…let me be…

~ by mrrealistic on 25 June, 2009.