Untitled Poem # 3…

by Talha Minhas

My plight is hurt

My desires flushed

I lie to myself

To see if it makes a difference

I choose my thoughts, my words, my tone

Tell myself how to feel

Who am I?

Talking to you, I’m thinking

I know, I’ll lie to you

Make you hurt, and disappoint you

So say something to make me jealous

Make me feel guilty dead and cold

As a punk, I have no ideology

Like a slut, I’m bare and bold

Take pride in my wounds

Take pleasure in my pain

I forgive you

But I don’t deserve you


Talha Minhas; 6-21-2012.