Note well.
Raise your eyes long enough
to look into mine.
I am many things
not so easily seen.
Superficial “beauty”
doesn't interest me.
Silence is not acceptance.
My stares are not starry but
coated with ice.
Persistence is futile.
This heart is not so easily plucked.
So think with your
(other)
head.
See with your soul.
There are a few things
I need you to know.
My words often drip
with a cynical sheen.
My eyes roll and cross.
Trust me,
I am not a prize you want.
I am more easily un-
impressed,
full of yearning and
secret despair.
I won't take your crap,
and I certainly
am not about to just crawl
into your lap.
And yet,
lies make us easily bold
with our truths less often told.
so here are
some things
I need to know:
How far are you willing
to dig?
The secrets of soul runs deep,
crusted over by time and unspoken misery.
Words hide secrets.
And secrets found beget
keys.
Keys carry jagged edges.
Time feeds fire.
Maybe that all it takes
to break ground.
To melt
ice.
If you become the soul to get
that far,
I can promise you this:
a kiss that's meant for meaning, truth
and whole-hearted bliss.
But who are we kidding?
That's not what you're interested
in winning.
So keep your cash, my friend,
your saccharine lines,
your glossy gaze.
I am not
impressed.
Catherine Elaine
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-message-to-all-casanovas-and-creeps/
