You Bring Out

You bring out my best,

Sweet, loving, poetic, rhymes.

You bring out my worst,

Perverted, filth, debauched at times.

You bring out my gent.

Polite, modest, contained, kind.

You bring out my misogynist,

Crude, dirty, leering, unrefined.

You bring out my Daddy,

Caring, snuggly, eager to guide.

You bring out my Beast,

Dominating, selfish, with a one track mind.

You bring out me,

Both side of my psyche.

You bring out who you love,

Each of those of whom I write.

 

Both Of Me.

There are two sides to every story.

There are certainly two sides to me.

There’s the loving cuddly father figure.

There’s the the beast seeking depravity.

Sometimes I fight to keep me inside.

Sometimes I just set me free.

Sometimes I tire of this double life.

Sometimes I wish I weren’t me.

For having two sides is such hard work.

Having two sides where one’s perceived as a jerk.

Is tiring to the point that all energy’s gone.

Exhausting the rationale that I’m big, that I’m strong.

And sometimes I crumble.

Sometimes I cry.

Sometimes I wish the world away.

Sometimes I wish I’d die.

But like the world I keep turning around.

I keep the beast securely bound.

I have the strength to live the day.

Hoping that your love will keep me at bay.

And sometimes I think the beast is cool.

Sometimes we don’t need society’s rules.

Sometimes it’s good to let loose and be free.

Sometimes I love like you, both of me.