Admission
By: Jurri Saddler Jr.
05 July 2014

Some days I feel as if I am a modern day Apollo
For those who find it difficult to follow
My goal is not to liken myself as a Greek god
But just to point out that my heart was built odd

In addition, I, myself, am apt to mention
That my comparison lies only within his intention
Of sending out an impulsive heart on sleeve
Only to have it battered and deceived

You see, I have a tendency to get instantly attached
With hearts that are unable to give back
If one believed the way stars align
It would be clear that my burns in different time

Yet logic was never involved in my heart’s design
Like a toxic fault that’s not quite benign
A memory stands firm of a 6^th grade crush
It took nearly 5 years for my heart to hush

Or when summer laced my college learning
Walking in stride quickened my heart’s yearning
For the boy who shared my day of birth
It felt like a blessing-wrapped curse

And how can I forget the tricky chemistry
That was content bouncing between me and he
In a place where the language wasn’t familiar
Those deep blues dissipated the peculiar

I just wish failure was cased solely in those 3 attempts
That somehow a jaded heart could be exempt
From the masochistic hurt  that’s constantly repeated
How many times can a guy feel defeated

It’s a question I find hard to deduce
And continues to strike me with regular abuse
To the point where I hemorrhage  into submission
Aware that when it comes to love I am barred from admission