Saturday, March 2, 2013
I've written a poem for you
I ‘ve written a poem for you.
Would ya like to see it?
But Its not a regular rhyme
Or a cheesy ballad
It is only the underdone flickerings within me
Yes the ones that I got while talking shit to you
You know when I was comfortable just yapping shit. That.
Would you be interested at all?
Because I have no words of admiration
The ones which squeeze themselves inadvertently
While mentioning you
Like when describing your lips
or the high cheek bones
Like mentioning the squeak in your voice
Like narrating your petit nose
Rather, all I wrote was how shitty I am
All I spoke was the decisions I made
All the fickle that my brain brewed
All the holy blunders I executed with panache
All the text that I could use to self-loath
But didn’t you make all that so worthwhile
I mean didn’t you smell like flawless
Like when I hugged you on the sidewalk
Like when we just yakked in the English pub
round the corner
With the signature green walls
And the erratic paintings on them
And orange faces inside guzzling beer
And the hard accent but gentlemanly
I quoted a Seinfeld joke on cleavage
And didn’t you laugh like mad
Then I guess you went calm for a bit
not the awkward silence mind you,
but where you knew you are not obliged to extend the conversation
where you could just faff shit
yes, and I faffed shit
I guess I was funny enough
That’s why you came over
And after when you stood in my kitchen
All high from the merlot
And then you poked me
With eyes wide and brimming
And I shied
Like I was a bastardly creation of his
I should have held you strong
I should have kissed you profusely
Instead of writing a poem
The words I write for you
they do me no good
I missed you entirely
When you could have been there
and in a jiffy
I am also not kind of the audacious ones
And with little guts and so laidback
That I let it go.
Now, I shudder when I talk about you
I have not shuddered so much
As if it were a scary movie I speak of
As if I confronted my dead uncle alive
Not because you were any horrendous
Its because shying from the splendid you
Was an ugly act
And that is why I meander on Microsoft word
Jotting words with quarter confidence.
But the words have some affection
Would you like give some heed
Of course, you would find them cheesy
But I found them out for you
I give them in your face and unto you
Your indifference kind of shoves them right up my ass
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