You're NOT whom I love

Love is not to make

presumptions.

Your "Love" is so

presumptuous.

It is all about you.

You're a narcissist.

You think you know me,

but you hardly know me.

I've been more than patient

with you, your nonsensical,

patriarchal ways.

I thought you were Love,

but you're a version of Love

that is so chameleon

and aspartame,

Duplicitous.

Thank you for showing me as you really are -

a cold-hearted man of stone,

a homme without a conscience.

Your lack of morality is

nauseating.

Aren't you a twisted man

who will reckon with justice and with the

wrath of a million allies

one day.

I don't even give you the benefit

of the doubt -

I can't believe I used to idolize you -

that mirage has turned to rubbles.

They say that toxic people

invite disaster and you're

precisely this.

You are a phantomine in my head.

Perhaps you only love yourself.

You're like a grime that

I can't rub off -

you don't deserve me.

They say that when one

person treats another

person horribly, they are

capable of inflicting

the same harm onto another.

You are a jack-ass whisperer...

You are a bad sign from the Universe,

a flock of crow heralding

the arrival of a bad guy,

disrupting my quiet Life.

You are so full of it.

I sit on a bed of stars

while you wade in muck.

You are a walking weapon,

and you cause harm

to others because

you think you're so

safe, God's gift.

But I know what Love feels like.

I feel love from

the spring air,

from the taste of cotton candy,

from the daffodils,

from the canopy

of cherry-blossom trees,

I feel love from Alexander Dimitrov's

poems,

from his lines about NYC.

I feel love from

my favorite songs,

my favorite writers, (e.g.)

Toni Morrison,

Maya Angelou,

etc.,

my favorite writings,

my favorite moments

of silliness.

I feel love and strength

from all the female allies and warriors

who have gone before me,

trodden this tough path.

You can NEVER reduce me

because you don't know me.

I am Love.

You are held.

You are held.

You are held.

You are Loved.

You are Loved.

You are Loved.