The Ballad of Leo Man

Now this is not a story told
But a story which will unfold
A story of how I came to be
So lonely and un-betrothed
It is a story about how I gave my soul
To a Leo Man, so bitter and cold

I.
A Leo Man once came to me
And asked what my favorite bands were
I knew not then, what fuckboys meant
But he was that, I’m sure
Or perhaps, that he was not
Maybe, he was just a jerk

He took an interest in me
When no one else had asked
And made me feel, my heart of steel
As if we were to last
Yet he and I were brief in time
Of which I’m really glad

I had never seen a Man before
Who looked into my eyes
With such an interest in loving me
I almost believed his lies
He found my soul where Heaven meets Hell
Exactly where he also hides

I fell for him, I fell for it
I fell for the love that he so admitted
Not through his words
But undoubtedly through his actions
See I thought he knew what it meant
To give love without regret

And love he did, he loved so much
He loved me, and her and her
What an awful way to love me dear
Caressing me and then fucking her

I knew not then what love really meant
But it wasn’t him; I’m sure

O, but how I wish he would see
That love is something you do
Even though his words did not say
He knew exactly who loved who
Even though a lover’s role you only played
I gave my all to you
…Love is something you do

II.
O, Leo Man, how I wish you would see
The ripples in which you create
You cast your stone so far in my water
I thought we could relate
Unbeknownst to you, you appeared
To me to be a desirable mate

I thought of you to be my match
A soul mate so to speak
A poet like me, same music as me
Even our outfits were on fleek
But your heart showed something strange
A barren land so lonely and bleak

I knew not then what evaporating man meant
But you were just that
I filled you up with my words of water
Only I, never to be filled back
And when water was of scarcity
You, too, were in lack

To which my conclusion still remains
That you were not a Man indeed
Instead a boy who thought he could love
A Scorpio Woman like me
But I was not raised by fools
For players only love you partially

Except, like any Bitch I was loyal
To a Leo Man who gave me nothing
And I, a humble human being
Only asked for romantic loving
But that was too much to ask
From a boy that only wanted one thing

Shame on you to lead on a dream
A dream of just me and you
And promise the world at my feet
And turn around and be untrue
You weren’t my man, you weren’t my partner
But damn – I wanted it to be you

III.
It would have never worked out
Between us two I am too much a Woman
For a coward like you
I am a Goddess
And You…are just You

Who are you to Control me?
What Power do you yield over I?
Is it because you’re a Leo Man?
Or because I’m a Prize?
A prize too good for a Loser Like you
I think it’s the latter this time

Do not think for any second
That I am yours because I intimately bind
For I am my own kind of Woman
Not the subservient kind
And even if I was the submissive type
I’m not one to be two-timed

I will not be tame for anyone
Not him, nor her, nor you
Just ask the men who have come before
Ask the men if I would lose
Ask the men if I would give my right
To choose what I’d like to choose

I love who I love without question
It is something none can control
And you, Leo man, don’t understand
That I do not live in your world
And in this world of mine
You only play a lover’s role

Love is something you do
Not just something in which you say
A heart is not a novelty prize
Love is not a one player game
My body was not your playground
Yet you made it that way, anyway

IV.
He picked me up on the night of a Full Moon
The Doors played aloud as we cruised
Cool summer air brushed my face
On the boulevards towards Hollywood
And Leo Man held my hand as he sang
The lyrics to “Roadhouse Blues”

Jack and Coke for him,
Ginger Ale and Jameson for myself
Surrounded by a dozen nobody’s
In a Bar in Downtown Hell
But they played our favorite tunes
And he poured lust into my every cell

I hardly remember any words that were said
Sometimes communication is no words at all
I only remember the things that we did
And boy, did we do them all
Rock music from the 1970’s played
And we danced to it all

He pushed me up against the bar’s velvet wall
And dove deep into my neck
A kiss so passionate and sweet
He left me dripping wet
My neck a burial ground
For all of the affection that he left

Then we walked intoxicated in the street in sync
And dressed in all black
A true romantic man to me
We even shared the same beer can
From there we smoked our Jays
And we laughed and laughed

Leo Man shared lines with me
and together we both created
from what we love deep and proud
we wrote poetry inebriated
Drunk off love and lust we sat
Together, effortlessly elated

Finale
And with these last lines you’ll see
What a Leo Man once meant to me
For even though we aren’t betrothed
He’s buried in my poetry
The highest honor this poet can give
To the Man who broke her emotionally

(c) LolaLaPoeta

Muy Chingona

I learn my lessons like any other Chingona
I learn them hard and I learn them rough
I may scrape my knees, but man, am I tough

I fall and tumble but I get right back up
because there ain’t no use in crying over wasted years,
those are gone, but at least I still have beer.

I write just like any other Chillona.
I let myself cry it out for hours, chain smoking,
drinking my alcohol, blasting rancheras and singing.

Just like any other Chingona,
I ask the universe for signs, pray to God,
Follow the stars and forgive myself for truths untold
To the people I have hurt in this world.

Just like any other Chingona,
I fight with myself because I am not accepting of my imperfections,
Because I haven’t deciphered the Universe’s lessons,
Because I am still learning from my depression.

Because I am a Chingona I love deep.
I think too much into signs and I fall hard,
But man am I good at making love,
Because I am passionate
Just like any other Chingona,
And I don’t leave anyone behind,
Only those who ain’t worthy of my time.