Weak

Here is a little po-em I wrote called "Weak".

My knees buckled when your voice caressed my ear
The hairs on my skin stood up when I sensed you near
You were the entity that caused my mouth not to speak
You were the one who made me weak.

Yeah, I made you weak too
Maybe not in the same sense, but anywho…
I was the force that had knocked you off your feet
(even for a second) I am the one who made you weak.

Two people who are each other’s weaknesses specifically
Won’t work; I mean, seriously, think very critically
Attempting to be strong for one another is a spectacular feat
For it’s believed that weak with weak, will always be weak.

To him, this was recognized as a problem
Not truly allowing me to be strong for him
But his ignorant slave would have loved him even through defeat
Because in my heart, I did not want him to be weak.

To me, oh I already knew it wouldn’t work
But the possibilities of capturing my selfish desires drove me berserk
This on/off passion I held was not for the meek
And that bond I felt with him was definitely not weak.

I was clouded by my judgment
And all this extra bullshit that could have went
And disappeared forever, a conclusion that I couldn’t meet
Because "what if’s" always made me weak.

He was still a bit of an enigma,
It seemed that he viewed being with her as a social stigma
Flirtatious, soft, tough, funny, passionate, and a bit of a freak
He always had a way to hide his feelings about the person that had made him weak.

On the other hand, what if I read into something more?
What if he never shared the same feelings as I thought before?
What if this was just a mind-game, and he’s just like, “nigga please”
And that he knew he could take advantage of the fact I was weak.

All this is talk about how I feel, nothing more, nothing less
And that this thing really wasn’t for the best
Not like I can do anything about it anyways, simply because you beat
Me to finding a person who won’t make me weak.