Poem, "Do You Really Know Me?"

Do You Really Know Me?

You say you know everything about me,

but my question to you remains:

do you really know me at all, or no,

because you assumed far too much

about me before you got to know me.

Perhaps you were too late when

I was younger, you ignored me totally,

but now you're in my face all the time.

So you are much and far too late.

I am happy that you're not my lover,

if you were my lover then I'd leave you

much faster than a single heartbeat,

because I know one thing about you:

you cheat on all of your lovers...

so take this as kindly as possible:

I do not want you, now or ever,

not in my heart, and not in my life.

All that I know for sure is that in case

you don't take this so-called request

like the man that you should be,

then I don't want you to be a part of me.

This poem is for Eugene Raytman.

Enjoy!

Calisto Phoenix