Cream Cheese In The Bagel Poem by Elliott Rosenberg

I want to go where I want to go,
I want to see what I want to see,
I want my space my own time,
I want to know what its like to be alone.

There's nothing more lonely than being in a relationship with somebody you don't want to be.
To many beautiful places to go,
and if your not in love,
then what are you doing here.
Your doing it wrong,
I want to be in love,
You know!

I want to believe you,
I want to trust you,
I don't want to double check you,
I want to trust you.
But I can't.
I'm afraid of you.
Those little things are important to me.

I don't know where I'm going,
I know where I am.
And I'm ok.
for now it's the comfort food,
cream cheese in the bagel.

So don't despair,
cause one day when I abscond,
I'll leave no mar except a footprint on your heart,
A smudge of pain to carry on.

I'll leave no scars where you hasped your frigid blade,
as I slept nights on wet cardboard without disdain,
drugged in diluvial love that never came,
surmise of reality without the cocaine.

So now that I'm sober I'll fly away,
to lairs unknown to pilgrims I say,
sanctuaries of rainbows cast from heaven,
where rosettes serenely entwine with prismatic love.

And I will find you again at a portent harbour,
More grandeur than a mighty caravel,
You will have aged to immobility,
While my wings shall shade your torrid mast.

Then true love will bestow itself,
for you will be dead,
and I will be a crow,
perched with sully eyes atop your flag,
wraith to those starry shackles left behind.

I will have mercy and free your ropes.
unsnarl your harness that anchors down,
So you may waft towards a blithe horizon,
to find a graveyard of eternal love.

‘Tis will be my redemption,
my freedom of earthly slavery,
A transformation of angelic majesty,
To earn a godly silo so that I may nest evermore.