I, RUST 

I, Rust- crushed overshadowed
I feel crushed like a can in the hand , large and ominous
overpowering- cold aluminum- crushed- dropped and no more
I refuse to scream from the tops of hills
with the nice green grass - singing in rejoice of nature
this is not a time for nice green grass, this is not the sound of music! I am unsure!
Ugly, withering, muddy- I am or so I feel
I want you, but I am not going to fling myself at you
laugh at your jokes when they are clearly not funny
and use my body--- my sex and play dumb to enchant you on a level too trite for respect
I look at you, and wonder : am I attracted to you, or the idea of "love" fantasy and escape
is it really you I want or just the thrill of the chase?
Or maybe I am foolishly trying to fill some void- that can be only be filled through myself
Either way I am oblivious to the skills of ways of flirtation,
my soul stutters in the presence of your false charms, their interpretations
it's all gone array and you know I laugh in ways
for I don't think it's even worth it!,
yes I am breathless, but happy to release all that was within me
and yes I am breathless but I will not ask you to breathe into me
HA! As is one breath of you could cure this moment of perplexity
frankly I am exhausted from these circles of thoughts- and so
I quit!
and grin a grin that screams a mighty HA!
As I decide to breathe into myself!