But I Love You

niks121997's picture

Something I'm throwing together as I go along.

Staring at the paper in her hand
"I can't go to prom with you"
Please forgive me, I'm going with my accepted
Boyfriend"
The words slowly sink in and tears
Form in gentle rivers
Wait--a P.S. and all is forgiven
"But I love you"

Staring at the scence in front of her
Her beloved's lips on someone else's
Blinking and hopefully it'll disappear...
A sudden noise, caught
Wait--she catches up to your bewildered self and kisses
It away
"But I love you"

Staring at the reflection in the mirror
A collage of colors spreads across her cheek
Purples, blues, faint yellow decorate
Her soul-weary self
Wait--a knock on the door, tearful apologies and always
"But I love you"

Staring within herself
The inner bruises and wounds
Tearing inside, ripping, shredding
And every other negative, awful word
Her demon smiles at her and whispers
"But I love you"
Wearily she gets up and opens
The gateway to freedom

Yep so this is total improvization. And thus...I don't know why I willingly post this type of riffraff.

Comments

random's picture

wow...

that was GOOD especially if it was improvised! sigh... depressing, too... i feel for you... it must be so hard :(

niks121997's picture

That Wasn't About Me

I've had the phrase, "but I love you", running around in my head. This is what came out of it.

"All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream."

craZi_star00's picture

wow sounds familiar

I got a note from Ciara the other night. Similar p.s. but mine was "I'm still crazy about you." I didn't make being at work any better. I hope you cheer up :) :::smiles 4 you:::

**~~ali~~**
C'est la vie.

crookedsmile's picture

Nice

Riffraff?
I think not.
Nice word though.
I like this poem.

only.me's picture

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i really liked that. good job

ReLyX's picture

ACK!!!

And I thought I had no self-confidence. That's REALLY good, Nikki. It does a pretty good job of summing up a negligent girl\boyfriend. It's really a good poem!

  • The future's not set. There's no fate but what we make for ourselves.
  • Sex is like air. It's not important... unless you aren't getting any.
juicyfruit's picture

awesome poem. i feel the same

awesome poem. i feel the same way everyday, and you seem to know how it feels. a term in spanish for the way you said it is "un dicho bien dejido"