. I AM TOO DAM GOOD! By Ross E F Lombardi . My darkness howled in pain, At your light, My own stupidity - I could not fight. . Despite myself, Each sight of you would skip my heart, Every skip of heart would also sting, But “Us” would have been a terrible thing. I could not be near you, only far. - For my darkness can only diminish who you are. . Things kinda all happened how I suspect they would, For the right reasons, - Things happened the way they should. . But of all my regrets, For things, I have never done. I am proud I never wrote you this, - It would have been simply wrong. . I never used THIS skill, Even though I could, For at romantic poetry, - I am Too Dam Good! . To use these words, Would have been unfair. -To let you know how much I care . Each sunset, Despite all my own selfish poisonous shite End of day, I will attempt what’s right. . I forever stand my ground! This is Not an apology! For my feelings end, I needed to double down, I needed a golden-clad guarantee! . Wrong

. I just worked something out... ...People are thinking that I get self-destructive thoughts because of personal pain, loneliness, and defeat. THIS IS WRONG! I can take the hits, all day, every day and thrive on the fight! ! No! What makes me suicidal is the pain the rest of the world goes through and my feeling overwhelmed and unable to make any difference or help all those countless others that need it. THAT IS WHAT GETS ME! ! . ! How did I finally realize this…? Got banned from a group… The details don’t matter, it’s a long-convoluted story that makes less and less sense to me each day. And because it was a main social group, I spent a lot of time with, Friends and Family etc. were always asking. “Are you ok! Blah blah blah.” “You should give in! Blah blah blah.” “How are you managing?! Blah blah blah.” And there is me thinking… “Do these well-meaning people even know me?” “I rebelled against something – that just makes it a below-average Tuesday!” Just now, 11 pm, On my 51st birth

. If you realized You would Never love again Be loved again Be held again Hold again Kiss again Be kissed again Or look into eyes as shiny with warmth as your own . How would you keep going? . If you know Tell me how Because somehow I still must find a way to... . .