One late night listening to Tool...

A spinoff on what happened one night.

You gave me your shoulder,
For me to unwillingly give you my tears.
You begged to let me let you hold me closer,
You tried to make me tell you my fears.
I plead for you to let me go,
Dont say what your eyes are screaming.
Despite that we were already in far too deep,
And we both knew all too well the meaning.
So you chose on a late night,
When we had snuck out,
To whisper to me sweetly,
What you said you so desperately wanted to shout.
You brought the alcohol and I brought the weed,
And we lay under a blanket under the stars,
Talking and laughing about everything and nothing at all,
Until we began comparing scars.
I asked to know your stories,
You told them in record time.
Things were going really well,
Until you asked to know mine.
Bruises and scars up and down my arms and legs,
And a stitched up slit on my wrist.
I showed and told about them all.
On each you placed a kiss.
I let a single tear slip,
And got up to walk away,
You pinned me back underneath you,
And told me you needed me to stay.
Inches away from my lips,
Staring into my eyes,
You spilled your heart and soul,
And told me what you had come to realize.
"I've spent a long time,
Thinking about what I'm about to do.
I didnt realize how fast I was falling,
Until I realized I couldn't be without you."
I closed my eyes,
I didn't want to be hearing this.
I was hoping it was all a dream,
Until it became a nightmare with a kiss.
In my heart I knew I felt the same,
He had become the better half of me.
But I'd already lost so much of myself,
And for him to be lost too was something I couldn't bear to see.
I kissed him back,
Knowing that once it ends I would have to go.
Cut off all contact and forget him,
I couldn't let this relationship grow.
But the kiss seemed to never stop,
Neither of us could put it to an end.
Finally we stopped to breath,
And I worried you would tell me that you had something else for me to tend.
But you looked me in the eyes,
With defiant clarity and a sincereness heart-breakingly true,
You said what I couldn't bear to hear,
"Babe I wish you would let me love you"
Since that day we've been inseparable,
We most certainly aren't the same,
You shower me with affection and love,
And I consider it insane.
I love him back,
More than I hope he will ever know,
Im humoring his misguided feelings for now,
But in order to show the full extent of my love I'll have to let him go...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the insane logic of the poetry.
"I love him back,
More than I hope he will ever know,
Im humoring his misguided feelings for now,
But in order to show the full extent of my love I'll have to let him go..."
The complete poem led the reader to questions and possibilities. The above lines. To release love to make it true. Can leave us alone. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry. Left the reader with visions and thoughts.
Coyote

[mattavelli]

You told the story well. Which album dd you listen to?

[daninstockholm]

What do we write about? We write about what we know. Our humanity makes for the best poetry imaginable and this is an excellent example.
Finally we stopped to breath,
And I worried you would tell me that you had something else for me to tend

again, the oh so human art of expectation, and the release when those sad expectations are bettered. Your insecurities and doubts are spread across these words like the seeds on the fall wind. It's a beautiful touching look in.

[Jillian Angel Sandoval]

im so touched that you have such praise for my work, i literally wrote it on a whim and thought nothing of it after. to think you liked it.. it makes me so beyond ecstatic.

[Brett Hernan]

Writing on a whim is the most perfect way to write.