The Natural Instinct To Love
We are born with a
Natural instinct to love
But when we don't feel
Love,
We hate. And that shit
Seeps into people souls
And sticks like guacamole
In your rug,
It’s easier to hate because
You get to turn people down before
They get a chance to do it
First
Well, to all the people
Who turned me down first,
Take my fist
And stick it up your ass
Because I have no need for negativity
Like my brother needs a joint
And he is an addict,
And an alcoholic,
And an asshole,
He even had the audacity
To ask for a friendship on Facebook
Before excepting my request
For a relationship in real life.
Its like I cant do anything alone
Anymore with out being ashamed
I don't have someone to document
My every step.
I tripped going up the steps today.
I got 13 likes.
You like my pain?
That’s the shit I’m talking about
Pain is what we like to hear
Well hear this
I’M IN PAIN
Did you hear me?
No you just stare right through me
And cant even force the tiniest
Bit of remorse
Forget about a tear
Because I cant bring myself
To cry
Anymore, they've been used up on
African baby’s swollen stomachs
Stories we cant even stomach
Because our tummies are too full
Of trans fats to let the real suffering
Seep into our hearts
That have hatred branded like a fence of
Barbed wired surrounding the outer Barrier
Ever since we sat at the lunch table
Alone, topless pictures of you were Leaked
To the whole school,
Told you weren’t pretty enough,
Lied about your boyfriends getting a little too rough,
Your daddy’s dying of cancer and stuff.
We were all born with a natural instinct
To love.
So bulldoze the walls
You've left up for so long,
Smile every once in a while,
Because I don't care
If you chipped your tooth drunkenly
(or was that me?)
I like it better than
The mask you try to fool me with.
Don’t fool with the cool because
The cool don't fool
I know there was some bullshit you had
To pull through–
We all got our share
Of ugly genetics passed down
From our bipolar pop-pops and
Alcoholic aunts that tell stories
Of how they crashed their car because
Of postpartum depression.
Well, that's depressing,
And sometimes I think I’m depressed,
But turns out I just forgot
To eat lunch today.
So don't turn to your pharmacist, psychiatrist,
Therapist, your raging fists, pissed off parents,
But maybe your own consciousness.
Live the life your jealous of
Because you can never envy yourself
Love yourself
But don't get too cocky
Take care of yourself
But don't get too crazy
Actually,
I take that back.
Go get crazy.
Not wake up on Friday
Morning in mid-sweat from the
Clothes you wore last night and
Without any recollection of actions
You made after 10:00 PM in dire
Need of a drink
From the fountain
Of I hope everyone else forgot what
I did last night
No, get crazy like
Give up alcohol for 3 months
Just to see what it’s like to live sober
Or write a poem.
Because crazy things
like that, can change things
like the world.
-M.