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mccreadyisgod
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I would marry you today,
Or tomorrow, or thereafter
If only you would acknowledge me.
And I can't help but think
That you'll never understand
How much I love you, regardless
Of how much karma I send.
And I spend myself, pennies
At a time, to be there for you,
If you ever open your eyes,
To see me.
I feel like an obstacle in your path,
One you avoid as a daily chore,
Like an enormous block of stone.
And I chisel clues into my stone faces
Hoping that you'll glance up
And read me, and recognize.
But you don't.
And still he hurts you, almost daily,
And it's not his fault. Nor yours.
How can I fault you for chasing lost love?
I've wasted years of myself
Chasing things less tangible.
But still, how can I bide myself?
Just as it fills me with life
To see you enter a room,
And smile...
It drains me when you leave
With a wave...
You can never know how much
It hurts me not to be yours.
And I know I never will be.
And still I wait, knowing I can love
No one, until you are beyond me.
You hold me without trying.
And no keys.
I can't blame you, you don't know
Can't know, it's not possible
For you to treat me so indifferent
Unless you are oblivious.
And so I sit, in a cell of my own creation,
Building a life for us in my mind.
Or tomorrow, or thereafter
If only you would acknowledge me.
And I can't help but think
That you'll never understand
How much I love you, regardless
Of how much karma I send.
And I spend myself, pennies
At a time, to be there for you,
If you ever open your eyes,
To see me.
I feel like an obstacle in your path,
One you avoid as a daily chore,
Like an enormous block of stone.
And I chisel clues into my stone faces
Hoping that you'll glance up
And read me, and recognize.
But you don't.
And still he hurts you, almost daily,
And it's not his fault. Nor yours.
How can I fault you for chasing lost love?
I've wasted years of myself
Chasing things less tangible.
But still, how can I bide myself?
Just as it fills me with life
To see you enter a room,
And smile...
It drains me when you leave
With a wave...
You can never know how much
It hurts me not to be yours.
And I know I never will be.
And still I wait, knowing I can love
No one, until you are beyond me.
You hold me without trying.
And no keys.
I can't blame you, you don't know
Can't know, it's not possible
For you to treat me so indifferent
Unless you are oblivious.
And so I sit, in a cell of my own creation,
Building a life for us in my mind.
...and if you don't like it, you can suck on an egg.
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it is universal and sad. i have been there, wanting to be loved by sm1 just not quite available.. or the one whose teases and simple pleases led me to believe and surely, when aware, i did leave.
excellent poem.. Thank You
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Thanks...
I think a lot of people have been where I am.
The worst part is this: "And still I wait, knowing I can love/ No one, until you are beyond me." I've tried, and so long as she's here, I can't.
Just feels good to get it off my chest, once in a while... and none of my friends wants to hear about it anymore...
i especially enjoyed the bits about "spending myself, pennies at a time" and "chasing things less tangible". i can't verbalize what it is about them that gave an ever so slight tug to my heart.
i'm hoping that someday sooner than later, you will hear the gentle sweetness as love calls you by your name.
and I would have said
it in my other post
but I forgot
and at the last second
I tried but
I AM NOT ALLOWED TO EDIT MY POSTS
why the fuck not?
I'll never know
really.........
it hits home with me
but memories...they eat me
I've seen it all before,...
bring it on cause I'm no victim.
-Ghost
That's quite a compliment, coming from a poet...
I'm more of a lyricist... which is like a poet, but with hooks.
i luv, love, LOOOOVE this ververy mutch.
now i wanna find u.
heehee!
Not exactly the reaction I was shooting for... hmm...
She has an on-again-off-again boyfriend.
You can't find me. I'm in hiding.
edna spent it all for some guy n he dont care. he wants a trphy wife. that gets so old. edna is one of a kind.
that i find it hard to breathe
when she's here?
And I've been thinking, maybe, that we like it that way.
Misery is a muse.
"She has an on-again-off-again boyfriend"? Is that what she deserves? Stop being a puss! Tell her!
p.s. I like your poem. It is very nice.
Thanks.
I just talked to her about it, actually, this afternoon.
She's not interested (she and the boyfriend are on right now)...
But I feel better.
I can breathe.
I'm sorry to hear that. But breathing is good. And, I think, feeling bad about things that have happened is more productive than feeling bad about what-ifs.
Also, I'm sorry I called you a puss.
It's okay.
I am a puss.
But I'm working on it.
No, don't let someone who doesn't even know you get away with calling you a puss! Tell me to fuck off, you puss! Come on, I deserve it!
Let's face it...
Once a guy decides he's head-over-heels in love with a girl, he's a puss. He's putty in her hands. He no longer has any spine.
Of course, girls want guys who are assertive, and assertive boyfriends aren't ever 100% in that relationship. They're fine with it, so long as things are going well... but if she freaks out, or someone else comes into the picture...
Eh.
Time for Cuervo.
Oh, and fuck off.