April 9, 1992
10:25 a.m. 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"The Perfect Asshole"
I walk around acting like I'm perfect Like I'm mister know it all Like I have all the answers. At times I push too hard And I don't let up At times my mind works on autopilot And I say things that hurt people A long time ago A friend told me "You know, Mike, you can really hurt people at times." I laughed I knew it But then; I didn't care. Times change, although sometimes We humans don't Sometimes those same bad habits show their face In the least expected moments I feel so happy right now like you've opened my eyes to myself again You told me once is all it takes to hurt you And then it's goodbye Well, hello! All the criticism in the world from you won't hurt me now Cause we hardly know each other And I want to know you I want you to show me What I sometimes refuse to see. I want our hearts to beat together And our steps to be in stride I never want to hurt you I want you by my side. Beat me over the head with all your doubts and questions I'm a "fuckin' shithead" at times And I do know it! I just want to think about you and think about the ways I'm not perfect And slow down Sometimes it's hard to be me Especially since I want you in my life Thank you for the opportunity to open my eyes. I only want to make you happy Not confuse you. And I want to hang on and never lose you.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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