The Heart of a Wolverine

I know you don't believe me.
You say these things can't be true.
I couldn't have changed so much-
in a year, or could I have?

I drown my throat with beer after beer.
My teeth are brown and I'm spitting up bile in the morning.
I spoke with you and tried to bring you home-
just ONE last time.

I cursed you in your face and I kicked your kneecap-
then I fled the bar and dash-dashed with all my might
to catch the brown line train to Kedzie-
where I got off the train feeling like a suicide case.

Times have changed and are changing still.
While my heart at times still screams for yesterday my mind
is now finally taking control. I used to feel incapable
of loving, but I now know my heart is bursting with love.
That love wants out, but am I afraid of being smashed,
destroyed, taken advantage of, or lead on? Only time
will tell. We both now have seen the tears fall from my eyes that
once burned with nothing more than rage and hatred.
I am human. I feel human emotions. I am a sensitive and
emotional man.

But- Try to call me bluff. Call me a liar and try backing me into a corner.
I will write things that only I know about you and I will proudly wear
these stories and writings and musings on my face, exposing you for what you really are.
Try to make me out to be a fool and this little Midwestern bastard will
write with eyes ablaze and finger tips of disgust and I will tear you apart-
leaving you battered, bloodied and bruised with the heart of a wolverine.