Another Love Poem

How are you something
so distinctive and clear?
How did you manage to get under my skin?
I mean, for fucks sake
I'm thinking of you now
as this ink kisses this paper.
Who are you anyway?
Love?
Lust?
Fear?
I can only hope that you are neither
so that I may suffice this perplexing brainstorm
with riddles and poems.
What did you expect me to say?
That you light up the room when you walk?
That I'm in love with you
or that I'd do anything in my power
just to be with you?
Ha! Well you are wrong!
I will not write a love poem for you
and I will most certainly not
abide by your pretense.
You were impervious to my reply
and it's awkward.
It's awkward to see
the most convincing man
in the process of defeat.
"What shall he do! What shall he do!"
How repugnant!
I am embarrassed to keep writing
For I am afraid of what
you might discover.

Non-Fiction Collection 2011
©Bobby Ruelas