thirtynine

That's how many comments ended up being on the post i made entitled creatively enough; Men Are Here.

A post which was directed to a few of my mates who had a hard time understanding women.

And advices on how the fairer of the sexes, could be a little more forgiving.

I ended up getting thirty nine comments.

None of which, had anything to do with the post.

At all.

Goes to show, that no matter how much or how well one writes, the only way for any of us writers to get any reaction from readers such as yourselves is..

by writing a tale that encapsulates you completely.

so, to the mysterious sisters, a toast is required, on how you both have managed to win my attention, almost entirely.

'clink'

4 You... All of You who Almost Made a man of ME!

YOU KNOW SOMETIMES A MAN JUST LOSES IT... WELL I GUESS ITS MY TURN...

i tried...


2 be that man, the one you have dreamt about

the one you prayed for and tears flowed free

with every broken heart, i was the hope that you had 4 tomorrow

your secret desire whispered in a silent breath


honoured was i to be your light, to be the one...

finding my place with you was the calmness 2 my storm

existing only for 1, in your arms forever dwell

my everything, my perfect choice...


BUT now im walking on water barely surviving

tired of being the rare kind in this world

the weight of being different bearing on my soul

so i sit here and wait, looking into the distance


hating the man i am now 4 he seems a broken reflection of me

tears scar my face with shame and disappointment

and only i know why... only i understand

the pain of failing my heart's purpose


you were my hope that kept me trusting

in a world that had turned its back

and you made me believe that i was

your everything, your perfect choice...