Beautiful Messed Up Woman
You are a beautiful messed up woman
You are a ghost I can see clear as day
You are an enigma that I am dying to unravel with both feet planted in quick sand
You are wicked but perfect for me
Your eyes are beautiful but cold
I don’t belong to you but yes, I do miss you
I miss you in my daydreams
You make so much sense to me; you are everything that I ever wanted in a woman
Why don’t you see what I see, feel what I feel?
Why don’t you respond when I send you a message?
Why do you ignore me so?
Why are you so messed up?
Has my conscience blown up?
Has all my anticipation for you to turn your beacon towards me dissipated?
My hope still lingers on
The lingering hope that cuts into me like a sharp blade every time you ignore me
You have no room for me, none at all
My love is gathering all around you but you have no eyes to see
You are just a beautiful “fucked” up woman
How can I blame you?
I know what I am
I am a handsome messed up man
I am the world that she knows
I have built up quite a bit of mystery for her
Yet she won’t give up her fruitless quest to make me her King
She keeps holding on
Holding on to me, a handsome messed up man
I feed off her obsession for me sometimes
I do not tread carefully in her daydreams
She throws a tantrum but I can’t feel a thing; I can’t feel her frustration
I walk her to the very edge of the cliff and ask her to look at the world below
I tell her, this is where you belong; just let go
She tells me I only hear my own voice
She tells me that If I heard her voice, I will hear her calling me by my true nature
Call me a handsome “fucked” up man
Why am I so messed up?
I let her go as I turn to gaze at the beautiful messed up woman
The tears roll down my face because I know I am exactly like her
I know it is a hopeless world for me
I know it is a hopeless world for the woman I let go
It is the painful reality of the woes of the single life
A Poem by Kwadjo Panyin..