So, I'll just keep trying to convince you

That this passive-aggressive nature
is my mind in a temper tantrum
an impulse reliving its fervor for you
and I am static
...
in my restless tangents
in my struggle to evolve
in my psychic mind-reader state of analyzation
which is actually factually wrong
and mostly just absurd.


I know I've made it clear
but you haven't stopped to read
...my thoughts.


And in this endless rejection,
I still have no regrets
for living off the wall;
as I am just
a work in progress that
won't endure your insults any longer.

I will hustle
the way I did to
intoxicate you with my scent,
entice you with bottles of x-rated passion.
I will not settle
for your stagnant afterthought
of me in a submissive position
but rather
the cries of ecstasy
that you so eloquently sigh
in trying to resist me.

All was left unsaid while your
sins burned in between my legs.
affixed, skin to skin
yet unregretful in the eclipse of forever
which has everything to do with your existence
as we get closer to the truth.


What do I fear except
your image in that stained glass window?
If all that reflects
is your voice
asking me to stay
under your mantle of pride.
Tangled in you, yet stunted
from growing beautifully with you.

So, while this river runs through me,
I am a rush of vehement and rageful emotions.
I'll keep trying to convince you that
...love never left me.

-M. Peña