Ow...

A Poem by Apollos

When you like someone and they don’t like you back.

You cut me.
I bleed.
This flesh.
Will concede.

Oh! There goes gravity.
Can't handle the emotional laxity.
Flesh caught in the savagery.
Stuck in this world's pageantry.

Nope she won't be sold that easy.
Blasphemy will not be seen attractively.
Wallowing will not precede matrimony.
Pity me if I ever say "pretty please"

When I went Slim was about what I like in a Lady.
Now I'm going Shady to express how I feel when I think she hates me.
You can't fake this.
I really do feel my earth quaking.

Coworker said stay back.
Be ready if she thinks you're wack.
I'm trying to decide if I can handle that.
I'm preparing to receive that.

Father, You pick up the downcast.
You say this pain will not last.
Our past has been redeemed.
Through Your Presence is how we achieve.

I tried talking.
But she ain't about that.
Looking around.
Trying to get to me distracted.

This conversation.
She won't outlast it.
I found my Light.
But she doubts that.

Rain cloud?
I'm soaked.
This ego... provoked.
I'm starting to thinking dating is hoax.

Am I joke?
Did I get too woke?
Do I only say things that make people my kinfolk?

If you poke,
Will I fold?
Will I unfold every untold weakness so you'll view me as Jesus?

Did you forget he was a Man of Sorrows?
He was that guy that said not to worry about tomorrow?
I guess I should borrow my own advice.
Maybe I should say it twice.

Elisha did say he wanted that double portion of Elijah’s spirit.
Did he realize what he would become when he came near it?
These changing times...
Will I fear it?

Am I even leading in the relationship if her acceptance is what I crave?
Can I truly pray for her if I view myself as depraved?
Didn't I rise from The Grave?
Picked up His Mantle now I'm saved.

I forgave a man who placed his faith in things that will never last.
Consumed with his past.
But now he fasts.
Can't get enough of Bible class.

Show up first.
Can hide my thirst.
This mind ain't cappin'.
His grace I will keep packing.

Feet fitted with the Gospel of Peace.
I removed the Yeast.
I'm a Partaker in the Feast.
I drink blood no vampire.

I'm not wearing a wire.
I'll tell on myself so I can think higher.
Put my grave clothes in the dryer.
Then I threw them in a fryer.

Oh yeah chica?
Do you find ya self bonita?
Did you think I was a Creepa?
Don't mind that I had just been listening to the Reapa.

I've been struggling to believe I'll be a good teacha.
I don't want to be seen as a preacha.
But if I'm just a nice guy?
Who needs Yah?

But owwww.............
Rejection really hurts.
Good thing I'm done thinking from the dirt.
I get a little berserk but my worth has been preserved by a God who gives me a relationship I never deserved.