At This Point In Time....

honestly, at this point, don't say that i am
pointless, i am driving something
though blunt, and not as sharp as what
you have sliced yourself with before
(and remember i saved you from shame)
and

death.

now, try saving me myself.
i am in love again and my age is 50.

can you help me on this?
it has nothing to do with you
since there was never us

in the first place.

save me. Make me hate love.
Undo my vested interest of having to love someone
who cannot love me in return.

Unrequited.

But do not misjudge me.
I still know how to leave for another twenty years.

i am a master of pretenses.
i have iguana pets on my bed of
roses.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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