you (unedited)

a poem for a boy
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who wrote me letters like i dreamed on quiet weekends, lost

in unlocked suburban bedrooms with locked front doors

you,
the first member of this opposite sex
to acknowledge me

completely

you,
too wise, too worn
teenage reincarnation of high school heros

you

the one who loved me

delivered by virtual hand one sentence,
while i was away, a calculated incoherency,

equal parts alcohol and equal parts rage

you

nothing but bruised ego blue, thinking
i didn’t love you

friend, lover, i saw through,

to the reproachful drama
of sharp versus soft

to our lives:
soul connected woven contented together
but destined to be
always apart

the guilt seed grows poetry for you

a man who deserves not one of my words
but here i am, gifting them all to you

you

much love,

z

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This entry was published on January 12, 2013 at 1:16 pm. It’s filed under creative conversation, creativity, emotions and stuff, personal stories, photography, poetry, rambles and writing, words, writing and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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