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Poems Of My Youth - The Crystal Clear Man
He first arrived in the
Form of a man. Strong, secure,
Funny, loving and encouraging.
I saw right through him
For he was clear
Like a crystal figurine.
He sparkled as a newly cut
Diamond. Flawless in form and
He became to me all that
I need, for nothing I needed
was too much
For him to give.
His shape changed as my needs
My heart hopelessly dependent upon him.
He was far from perfect, that I knew;
But I cared not, for he cared for me.
Then one day he began to
Take shape and become things I did not desire.
Before my eyes his translucency glared at me
And I could not help but acknowledge him for
What he was.
Yet, I followed him still, for
I was in love; tossing aside all
my pride and dignity. For I was
hoping his original form would return.
Laugher is what was returned to me
As I waited for that change to take place,
And as I foolishly tried to manipulate him back.
He played with me, shifting at will, giving
Hints of what once was
Then returning to what he actually was,
Having no intention of following through.
Only after I reached the bottom of my despair
Did I realize my state.
I was in love with a man who
Tried to change his bad ways for me
In order to receive the happiness he
Thought I could give to him.
I was guilty too,
For deep within me I knew
He was unhappy, searching for happiness
That neither of us could be for each other.
That sort of happiness one must create
Within and for oneself.