open letter to the wind
coleen
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open letter to the wind
dont believe for a minute that i hate you.
i couldn't or can't because honestly i wouldn't want to.
where is the use in that?
i hate this hole where you used to be and the feeling that everyone can see right through and inside me.
i didn't mind when it was you because i believed and trusted you when you asked me to.
i hate feeling uneasy inside my own skin because i can't trust my own judgement anymore.
if you are who you say you had always been
and even if you had only been the very least that you insist
there are a few things that should have mattered to you but they didn't and they don't
and whether you will admit it or not that shows how you really felt about me
and just so you know that is what hurts the most
thats the piece that i can't reconcile
you would have loved me enough to be honest
which is more than not telling a lie
and in spite of everything you still look basically the same to me
i still see most of the what i saw before only some of it shines a bit less
and i still wish the same happiness for you that i always had
and i still see more in you than i think you do
and i hoped that things wouldn't turn out like this
but you've closed your eyes and closed your ears and closed your mouth
and you refuse to see anything or hear anything and you aren't saying anything but the lines that you've relied on when things are too hard
and you are keeping yourself safe
and maybe i should have done the same and maybe i shouldn't have loved you
but i did and as your friend i still do
so i gave in to what you asked for which was your freedom
i've taken credit for this painting all to myself
now put me in my place which is your past
and drift off to dream up a new life and dream yourself a dream that will last
dont believe for a minute that i hate you.
i couldn't or can't because honestly i wouldn't want to.
where is the use in that?
i hate this hole where you used to be and the feeling that everyone can see right through and inside me.
i didn't mind when it was you because i believed and trusted you when you asked me to.
i hate feeling uneasy inside my own skin because i can't trust my own judgement anymore.
if you are who you say you had always been
and even if you had only been the very least that you insist
there are a few things that should have mattered to you but they didn't and they don't
and whether you will admit it or not that shows how you really felt about me
and just so you know that is what hurts the most
thats the piece that i can't reconcile
you would have loved me enough to be honest
which is more than not telling a lie
and in spite of everything you still look basically the same to me
i still see most of the what i saw before only some of it shines a bit less
and i still wish the same happiness for you that i always had
and i still see more in you than i think you do
and i hoped that things wouldn't turn out like this
but you've closed your eyes and closed your ears and closed your mouth
and you refuse to see anything or hear anything and you aren't saying anything but the lines that you've relied on when things are too hard
and you are keeping yourself safe
and maybe i should have done the same and maybe i shouldn't have loved you
but i did and as your friend i still do
so i gave in to what you asked for which was your freedom
i've taken credit for this painting all to myself
now put me in my place which is your past
and drift off to dream up a new life and dream yourself a dream that will last
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Don't worry sweets, it's a short corner and you'll be around it soon
Abbie
xxx
xxx
"I have not failed, I've just found 10,000 ways that don't work"
abbie - no matter what happens you don't stop loving your friends and if that makes me stupid or foolish or vulnerable or romantic then so be it. thats why you should be warned that you're stuck with me girl....no getting rid of me now.
coleen's poems are usually like this:
they start off soft and loving and humble and you think you know exactly where they could and will be going and then somewhere near the middle or near the middle of the end they turn on you and get aggressive or dark or aggressive and dark or they just get different and weird or there's some moment or memory that interupts your thought about what the poem was and is and you get taken somewhere else into a different region somewhere; far off into space or onto the alaskan tundra or into a lilting nightmare and then as you become hooked to this part of the story the poem then turns on you again and is soft and loving and caring again and you're in a warm-warm bed with a warm-warm lover and you're crying or smiling or laughing or frowning or spanking or twitching or you're doing all of those things and you're back to being happy and glad and the poem ends and you wonder what you just read...
but this one seems different...seems maybe angry or mad or something like that and it seems like something i can't get a hold of, but its something that i know or think i know, yet either way this one, like the other ones, is some-kind-of real and straight out of some deep-deep cavern in the heart.
you know, just like you always do.
this one is different - because its new and as it happens and less of looking back or dreaming of tomorrow. its still becoming.
this one is different because its so real you can touch it and if its angry or mad - its meant toward myself. mostly its different because its hurt, more than i ever thought it could be.
please don't wish for someone to write things like this about you because its a poem about loss. i don't want you to get lost.
but if i get lost then i can finally be found...
someone will find you whether or not you ever get lost.
that can be debated
here goes the wind a-whippin' through my hair
it doesn't even give a care,
but i'll tell you this,
i can't wait to be the wind
a-whippin' all freely up there.