Involuntarily Angry

Today I don't care much
if slipper-like love songs take the air waves
or if I find track two and seven
overly romantic
staged and cotton filled.
no songs today unless
they are in Spanish
but never French.

French sounds romantic
too enticingly come a little closer
even when you speak
of rotting flesh sludging into sewage
you are just meeting the language.

Because you can talk about
how he loves her,
almost
how perfect the moon locks
at night silhouetting your
girl and how her eyes steal starlight
I love you... (I love you but her right now.)
your slow whispers filled with almosts.

Just don't let me understand
why
let nice be ignorant
keep them in soft whispers
too soft for my
leather hard ears.
No love songs today,
not in French or English
and nothing physical,
you want skin and breath
anything too personal is long dead.
and eliminate thoughts of why.

If you do talk out loud
Speak in code for me
say its nice
say that everything is nice
and I will never need to know
that nice means we
had dinner together
and forgot the candlelight
because the excuse we'll use
is we were too busy in
the other ones eyes
Physical.

Attraction has no polarity,
and my father says
anyone will be the same
and people keep anger
I have no choice
but to believe that.
I'm new to this
unspoken language
and I choose to be right now
illiterate
and far away from
your trappingly sweet almosts.

-Whitney