Out In The Woods Poem by matt fromm

I'm no longer strong
the fine line between pity and confusion can drive a person nuts.
there she is, worrying about me.
why? she never truly loved me or even liked me.
and why would she? she has money to spend and dudes to date.
she must know by now that she could do better than me or god forbid that thing she was married to.
she wondered about the connection.
she taught me everything I know about nature and the connections we all have
yet she still doesn't get it.
lasik eye surgery still cant cure her blindness.
maybe she should've kept the specs
or maybe I'm totally delusional
maybe I am her curse and not the other way around.
what ever the hell is going on with me… I wish it would stop.
she gave me a firm pat on the behind like the animal I am and set me free into the wilderness.
the very place where I always dreamed we'd be
alone
together.
but that was simply a fantasy she got me hip to.
an unobtainable reality.
she never loved me.
she never wanted to love me.
the poor spoiled rich kid just wanted to feel dirty for a little while so she called me
gave me an ample sample of love simply to show me what I could never have.
what I truly didn't deserve and never will
I am her joke
I am her novelty desperate to make it back on the shelf for public viewing
she wants me to suffer.
fine.
I've been with far worse who have treated me much better.
out here with only the moonlight and the trees older than me shielding me from the awfulness of loving her…. I am comfortable.
I am alone and free to howl with the fires of hell at my command.
I know my place.
I know my strengths
I will always defend the weak
if she needs me
she knows where to find me.