My OperaSaturday, October 6, 2012 8:31:06 PM
She started class on the twenty fifth but september twenty ninth didnt find her still single,
She peeped four days n when she ascertained that no one was watching, she traded her looks, her beauty, her innocence for God knows what..
She was a piece of art; still is,
one that I unearthed before the artist could start polishing,
Before the flowing hair when she had a clean shave, a round, almost bald, funny looking head through which I saw immense potential for growth.... of hair ,
the eyes glowed in the mooonlight n the naivety n inexposure that flowed through them scared the crap outta me. seconds germinated into minutes, minutes sprouted into hours n hours grew into days, days into weeks n I for her I grew weak, so much that any longer woudve broken my very existence. I walked upto her with all the courage I could master n mumbled something in her ear n she smiled at the thought of it n right then I knew I had her..
four years i waited; thats as long as high school,
i saw the immaturity n the childishness n the stupid retarded smiles that popped up everytime intimacy cropped up..
I waited one, two, three, four freakin years n what for I ask? coitus?
I know thats wat yall be thinkin but you couldnt be further frm the truth.. U see, connecting with someone takes more than interaction of the genitals. n thats all I did strive to achieve; connection..
along the way, I met frogs, didnt kiss any of them little did I know that i needed to look no further; n however much i loath the very thought of it, it turns out, i had been kissing one over n over again.. n again..
That was the naive me, n like Caleb I say when I became a man, I learnt to see things nt from the earlier perspective but from an earthly point of focus.. I learnt to view attractive things in an unattractive way n the not so attractive(n i use that as euphemism for ugly) just as they were.
I learnt to walk with my two legs wide apart for balance juhs so that no one knocks me off my feet, I learnt to keep my little heart somewhere btn nowhere n nowhere in particular so that even I couldnt find it lest it came to any harm,
I learnt to adjust my sight to be a microsecond slower than my brain n a half more than my ears..n I learnt to do that which is forbidden; TO JUDGE just so that we"d be even.. I learnt how to lie while still blinking and breathing at a rate more convincing than the normative n still throw in a smile at the end.. I learnt how to treat all of the female gender as objects of pleasure n graduated to using them for personal satisfaction n selfish interests.. n all that amounts to coitus; n anything intercourse related;thats when i became a man.
But then I realized thats the idea of a man that the heartbreaker created in me... n that was no man
U see, a man is he who takes the challenge to love selflessly, the risk of getting hurt in the process, n still has a clean broken heart to love again knowing that "it might be over, but its not on him" n though I aint that man, I know Ill be him someday
She peeped four days n when she ascertained that no one was watching, she traded her looks, her beauty, her innocence for God knows what..
She was a piece of art; still is,
one that I unearthed before the artist could start polishing,
Before the flowing hair when she had a clean shave, a round, almost bald, funny looking head through which I saw immense potential for growth.... of hair ,
the eyes glowed in the mooonlight n the naivety n inexposure that flowed through them scared the crap outta me. seconds germinated into minutes, minutes sprouted into hours n hours grew into days, days into weeks n I for her I grew weak, so much that any longer woudve broken my very existence. I walked upto her with all the courage I could master n mumbled something in her ear n she smiled at the thought of it n right then I knew I had her..
four years i waited; thats as long as high school,
i saw the immaturity n the childishness n the stupid retarded smiles that popped up everytime intimacy cropped up..
I waited one, two, three, four freakin years n what for I ask? coitus?
I know thats wat yall be thinkin but you couldnt be further frm the truth.. U see, connecting with someone takes more than interaction of the genitals. n thats all I did strive to achieve; connection..
along the way, I met frogs, didnt kiss any of them little did I know that i needed to look no further; n however much i loath the very thought of it, it turns out, i had been kissing one over n over again.. n again..
That was the naive me, n like Caleb I say when I became a man, I learnt to see things nt from the earlier perspective but from an earthly point of focus.. I learnt to view attractive things in an unattractive way n the not so attractive(n i use that as euphemism for ugly) just as they were.
I learnt to walk with my two legs wide apart for balance juhs so that no one knocks me off my feet, I learnt to keep my little heart somewhere btn nowhere n nowhere in particular so that even I couldnt find it lest it came to any harm,
I learnt to adjust my sight to be a microsecond slower than my brain n a half more than my ears..n I learnt to do that which is forbidden; TO JUDGE just so that we"d be even.. I learnt how to lie while still blinking and breathing at a rate more convincing than the normative n still throw in a smile at the end.. I learnt how to treat all of the female gender as objects of pleasure n graduated to using them for personal satisfaction n selfish interests.. n all that amounts to coitus; n anything intercourse related;thats when i became a man.
But then I realized thats the idea of a man that the heartbreaker created in me... n that was no man
U see, a man is he who takes the challenge to love selflessly, the risk of getting hurt in the process, n still has a clean broken heart to love again knowing that "it might be over, but its not on him" n though I aint that man, I know Ill be him someday
