This I Wrote

While watching the movie Gia a simple line and stuck with me as Angelina spoke it "I wrote this for you...". As if all the wrong that was done were to be cured simply by a poem... And she spoke it desperately.

 

I wrote this for you

but I know you don’t want to hear it

 there’s what you’ve been longing for there

but I can’t be it and you fear it

What is it that makes me crave this

when I know that time can’t keep it

just won’t last

never could last

and it happened so fast

 

I wrote this for you

and wept in the sadness of needing rain

I lived us and all that we were

yet in what I wrote I knew WE couldn’t remain

I spoke all the joy that one word could carry

yet the sound of it even drove me insane

I need this

I can’t be this

stronger than PLEASE…

 

I wrote this for you

a promise of blues riffs in key of me

why can’t you see what YES does?

why can’t you wake and accept the vision of me?

without me as your only can time not be icy?

does it shred more than it heals when it’s not with me?

I, me, I, no…we

want me, I, me…us to be

happy

 

I wrote it, I WROTE THIS

doesn’t that make it worth it?

doesn’t that prove the depth of my need?

I spoke it in tone of ‘sincerest’

no thinking, only pain

I can’t breathe straight

cause to sever my line of life

is all that makes my short time of worth

in strife…

 

Reviews

[Tomás Ó C..]

So many poems I wish I could show to she... the one I adored, and say to her "I wrote this for you..." to make up for the times when I spoke not my feelings... but prehaps it would not have been of use...