Posted 14 October 2004 - 08:43 AM
This is a poem the girlfriend of my best friend but she went out with me at night wrote for me we no longer go out (hard decision) And I’ll always treasure this poem and all the poems she wrote for me and I hope no one will try to take credit for it nor criticize it and if you do I don’t care as poetry has no set boundaries that I’m aware of and it only matters that I like it but I’m submitting this for everyone’s enjoyment
I’m sorry about the formatting the poem was hand written in a small 7X5 notebook (took up 5 front and back pages) And me not being good with English I can’t format it the correct way if should be
The Punctuations are as they are in the notebook
Dot. Dot. Dot.
let me for once pretend that nobody is going to read this.
let me pretend that “you” is not “you” who i’m writing to and you do not exist,
so if we kiss it won’t matter.
let me pretend that i am not flattered by your thoughts.
no, i’ve no emotion; i speak in dots.
dotdotdot. oh. dotdotdot.
you thought you knew me, but now you think not.
dotdotdot. oh. dotdotdot.
i am complete.
i am completed.
i am seated.
i’m lying on the floor.
i’m standing still.
i am a whore.
could you ask of me, what more?
dotdotdot. dotdotdot. oh.
where do we go? who is “we”?
we do not exist, if wee kiss, it won’t matter.
it won’t shatter
the bloodless, beating, stupid, bleeping hearts. and all the parts along with love.
are just pieces.
love ceases to exist.
kiss kiss kiss kiss.
if there is not love, this kiss, we won’t miss.
dot dot dot
did you gather all of this?
oh. dot. oh. dot. oh. dot.
oh. oh. oh.
show your soul to me.
i could open my eyes wide, but i still, probably, would not see.
and if i open my eyes too wide, i might just be looking at me,
when i’m trying to see you.
then what would i do? cry on you, when i’m only crying on the self of my.
the skin and bones and blood (just a body) shelf of i.
no – a body bag.
a toe tag.
a tag – you’re it.
you fit my every emotion,
i wish i won’t
tell you all my details with and without words.
absurd and logical. insane, scatter brained, smart and methodical.
illusions that are optical,
i see you. no, i see me.
i see me and you.
we wanna kiss.
we don’t know what to do. and i can’t leave it up to you. nothing is what you’ll do.
now it’s all on me.although, i’m the one who’s all on you.
your eyes are closed. off, you dozed. i can’t see inside, beneath your eyes.
i can’t see inside your eyes. your eyes in pairs of two. yeah, i think that’s what eyes naturally do.
your eyes they come in pairs.
they come in stairs,
leading down or up into your soul.
your black hole of emotion.
the lack of feeling in motion.
yes, feelings and lack thereof.
the hatred, ambivalence, and the love.
one in the same.
this is a game
you cannot win.
you cannot sin.
no, not tonight or even today.
this is a game that you
play and play and play.
and one day, you will die and i will cry.
because you, i will miss. and hiss. and i will whisper to the gods you shouldn’t have existed in the first place.
yeah, i would win in first place, if only the game could end.
if only the rules would break or bend.
if only you would descend from wherever you are.
be it, the deepest flame or the highest star.
then, we could discuss the fuss of trust.
between two lovers in lust.
in luster, shining like you star. like the fates. like the soul mates that we are.
if anything, we’re zodiacal mates, which leads us back to the stars.
to the souls that we sold and bought.
back to the dotdotdot.
that is never completed.
that is never seated in the proper place.
should have a name or a face or at least some grace when accepting the words of phrases.
the laces of a thought that ties together and replaces
the dot dot dot