the decadents of yesteryear (don't ask me, I think it sounds cool)

Here is a new poem I've been working on. It's probably not very good, but I gave it my best shot.

Vulnerable (alt. title The Decadents of Yesteryear)

Here I go opening my heart for you

Pushing the cement away

I look for you to catch me

Because, let’s face it, it’s not a question of if I’ll fall

It’s a question of when.

What is supposed to be the strongest muscle is in reality

Only a tethering tool of anguish and false promise

It buzzes like a mosquito on a regular basis

But at the end of the day, I end up with only me

Your Kemo Sabe and nothing more

Your loveable big brother archetype.

I put my heart on the line

But perseverance is rarely rewarded.

The lotus leaf in my chest has lost its petals

I give my trust in copious quantities

Because hard-heartedness isn’t in my blood

Coming from a world of isolation and secrecy,

I push back my boundaries

Wanting to let you in.

Why won’t you come in?

Perhaps I am nothing more than a defective caterpillar

Never to blossom into the butterfly.

Oh, well, got to suck it up, right?

But that doesn’t mean that I have to like it.

Back I go into my tortoise shell

Maybe that’s all I’d be good for in the end

This is a withdrawal that goes hidden

A withdrawal from contentment

I will never rest in peace

Somehow, there will always be battles between the head and the heart.

The question is, whom do I want to win?

Hopefully the answer will be the latter

Although the former is going to win some battles

This war will not be resolved anytime soon.

All I’m good for is a median resolution

A stalemate and a stand-still, nothing else.

It’s time for me to go now

I take my place amongst the decadents of yesteryear.

You should enjoy what you have

Even if you don’t want my heart

I’m leaving a part of it with you.

It’s yours to do whatever you wish

But if it’s going to be given back to me

All broken and beaten

I ask one favor of you.

Just be gentle.