Married Black Men

Love Letter by Frank Morrison

I’ve never been one for words,
but these I had to write down.
I wish you were here.
So, that we could have one of those talks,
that transformed into walks and ended in that warm embrace.
It’s your mind I love,
some guys would talk about your physique,
but that was always secondary to me.
To sit and listen to you speak,
was what made you beautiful to me.
Honestly.
I’ve never been one for words,
but these I had to write down.
So that you knew while you were the rose in the concrete,
I was the rock that bled and wept.
In knowing that our visits once broken up by seconds or minutes,
have now extended to weeks, months – indefinite.
I think about the things I would do to you if you were here,
I laugh at the memories that you left when you were,
I wish you were here.
I’ve never been one for words,
but these I had to write down.
amore proibito.

Why don’t I believe that you used to love me?
That a juxtaposition of our emotions would show no difference.
I imagine the words simply fell from your mouth,
as you were entranced by the moment of honesty.
Feeling the satisfaction from the admiration of another human being.
Love stewing within my soul unkempt and over-boiling,
convincing myself of our differences to justify my fear.
Why do I regret telling you I cared?
Despite the fact that keeping it from you was equally painful.
That you may not love me as fiercely as I do you.
When I bore my soul I read your reply.
I heard your words, but listened to your eyes.
My love ferocious tamed by your gaze,
leaked from my lips and slowly began to die.
I told you I loved you,
you responded with a lie.
Perhaps to fool yourself or protect me,
the shame lay with me for failing to see.
The absurdness of my moment of honesty.
I should not have tried to see what my eyes could not follow,
your heart the last frontier of my existence.
I pray tomorrow I will recover from this sickness,
love hangover.
{Author: Kuro 2007}
{artwork by: Merrill – “Right Here”}

I want you to know that perhaps it was me – not you.
I could have told you long before things broke..
Before feelings needed resolve and love became involved..
and now as hearts break and arms break in final embrace..
I realize now what I could have done..
How we could have possibly been “friends” and avoided – this -
My mess and need to know that I could have you in love – with me -
Could I have wiped the tears and blood that mare your face.
Battling the pain, embarrassment and disgrace
in an arena of love where i gave chase.
Only to catch you and hobble you and walk away.
I want you to know that perhaps it was me – not you.
That brought you here and why you can’t leave.
The way you cling to the promises that were just words to me,
I believe in “love” and wish my body would fight instead of flee.
but this is all I can do stand here and preach poetic apologies.
Because if you need to realize anything is that perfection eludes me,
even though in your eyes somehow i was a step away from Godly.
I’m sorry.
I want you to know that perhaps it was me – not you.
Perhaps I am a coward and you didn’t deserve this fate.
I could have called instead of sneaking away like a snake.
Looked at you in the eye and told you what I was..
I just want you to know that “perhaps” is a lie,
and I’m a “lie” to lay there and know I wouldn’t stay.
You deserve more than the epitome of my selfworth,
I wish i could have been real – instead of a curse.
I just want you know – that perhaps it was me and not you.

{Author: Kuro 2008}