The Last Word - 5-22-12

What I want most, though,

is to set those words free,

to speak that poem to open ears,

whoever hears is fine with me.

This is my lonely soul

and this is the way it's always been

so give me my sweet misery and negligence

because Lonely and Miserable and Neglected

were the best friends that

ever could have been.

So, Miserable, my darling, I love you,

and any girl who won't have you

is a monster,

by which I mean to say that the one girl

who won't have you

only won't because she wants all of you

and all of them

and never to have to chose.

So, Neglected, mi carino, I love you,

now please accept my arms

and praise and love and affection

and know that I will be able

to have fun without you

but I do not want to.

So, Flighty, who has flown from me,

I love you.

So, Repressed, who has roared triumphant,

I love you.

So, Worried, who has wandered off,

I love you.

So, Giddy, who glides towards brighter days,

I love you.

So, Pretty, who awaits her thrown,

I love you.

And Baby if you hurt my friend one more time

I'll hurt you

but until then, I love you too.

My sassy, southern belle,

I love you.

My beautiful angels, left in Heaven,

I love you.

And Lonely,

and Lonely,

and Lonely you pathetic girl!

Get out of your head,

get out of the marshes,

get out of the caves

and the maze

and the nightmare

and say all the words

you've been dying to say

since they first popped into your head.