Mirrors

I

You left it all behind
just up and left
to a brand new town
to a brand new city
where strange people
ware strange faces
and say strange things.

"But wait; this is
going to help you
forget everything!
You will succeed
your battle through
this wretched life!

And yet
you still believe
she left you
like the tapeworm
when done feeding.

You were comfortable
You were at ease."
God! How could I
have been so naive?

Years, they did pass
and I found
myself waking up
one morning
in a very different state.
"I'm not depressed
anymore!" I remember saying.

Ranting and hissing
I continued to ramble
about how I needed
to change.

That morning
I did just that!
I picked up my body
sat at my computer
and began to register
for some spring semester
classes. Only that time
I needed something
a little more physical
Something more
self-sufficient.

So I decided to take
a gym class
And as months passed
I began to notice
how much I liked
the change.

II

A friend phoned
from out of town
and made some small talk
just to see how I was doing
just to see if i was okay
I said, "Of course,
never better!"

He later asked, "How would you
like to accompany me
to the good town
of San Antonio?
We could really use
another roommate
and another singer."

He was a genuine fellow;
a scholar at best!
So I thought about this
for a few good days.

There were some new things
I had learned that summer;
some new feelings developed
over a girl I had
yet to know!

And in those few
good days
I decided to move
because I
was very certain
that music was
the one thing
I definitely wanted
to pursue.

Not some little girl
not some personal vendetta!
Music. Just music!

But I was wrong
in just two weeks...
Sex! Dirty sex!

The parade!
The parade!
I was getting distracted.

By the time I made my way
down the line
the only one
that I remembered
was you! Yeah you
with your pretty little mouth

and your dark black hair
and your light-mocha skin
You know who you are!

The forbidden fruit
in the garden
that only allowed
one bite
one taste;
one unforgettable taste!

So here I am
reflective-self
puncturing holes
into this lame excuse
of a body

I am trying to be
physical again
but my mental state
is no longer capable
of allowing my body
to be physical.
And i've lapped this lap
380,160 times too many!

Non-Fiction Collection
©Bobby Ruelas 09.03.09