FL (10-16-1984 / Bronx, New York City)

Say What?

Last night you told me how you felt.
My heart was like ice under the sun,
because what you said made my feelings melt.
A feeling that was hard like a rock, got crush by your hurtful words.
Now! If you ever try to speak to me, I’ll spit on you like I do to dirt.
Do what you want to do, say what you want to say, like the people in London dress in red with a big long black hat I’m just going to stare in the mid air.
I can careless all you deserve is disrespects, not just from me, but absolutely everybody. You’re like the sickness I get when I come across human waste.
I thought you were my heart taker, booty shaker, and back breaker.
I thought wrong; you’re just like a bad habit.
I wish I had never loved you, but I did. I regret every moment of it.
Girl, you’re like food when I don’t like the way it tastes I throw it away.
You’re like a blockbuster video rental;
I won’t even rewind the good parts about you.
For the record, girl you’re like electricity and I’m like a rubber we will never come together.

by Felix Lugo

Comments (1)

Your poetry must be hard to understand. It's wisdom eludes me and therefore it does nothing for me. H