Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.

It's just these nights I have nothing but a dark, empty house,
but no room to breath.
I just don't understand.
I just don't understand.
I feel like you're deleting me one piece at a time,
are you embarassed,
are you mad,
are you nervous,
or are you lying?
I don't know why but I just get this feeling that things will never change.
I will never understand this love.
I just want this to be so good,
I want this to be pure,
and innocent.
I want this to be how it should,
and about that i'm not sure,
but not ignorant.
I can't be happy until I can melt into you.
I can't be happy until I know you're mine.
The label just isn't enough.
I want your mind,
I want your body.
I want your heart,
and I want your soul.
I don't want to take them,
I want you to give them to me,
and I don't understand why it's so hard,
considering how much you say you love me.
I've done a few things wrong,
but I mean,
this consequence is ridiculous.
This is too much sometimes.
I can't always be the ocean,
sometimes I want to be the clouds.
Potentially, I don't get why you can't see that i'm giving you everything that's the best of me.
I have given you my heart,
and i've given you my mind.
I've given you my body,
and i'll give you my soul once I get a little bit back,
because I refuse to be condemned to a situation where my love is taken for granted.
I don't understand why you took our pictures down,
and changed the words that were going to be on our headstones.
From "I only live to satisfy you.",
to "I didn't have what it takes to see this through.".
I never did anything but try to be true,
and make you everyday romanced anew.
I know I might not around forever,
and I maybe I can't stop you from being upset,
but i'm going to make it long enough for our forever,
and take it to forever, nevertheless.
These words don't mean anything,
but the feelings are present.
These eyes I want you to gaze into are giving you the most serious look you will ever see,
Not telling you, i'm asking you, if you'll marry me.
Please, give it thought,
and just don't tell me any lies.
I couldn't tell you how bad off i'd be to know you were always wearing a disguise,
because I don't want this to take anymore then just one try,
because that's how many it should be, and how many it should take,
and I wanna make sure that this is the life we want to make.
I'm crying, and screaming, and tearing my heart out, for you.
Please,
please,
please,
please,
please,
please,
please.

Please.
Just give me all of you so you can take all of me,
because I need to be taken away to the place where we will be let be.
I might just die tomorow if you can't prove to me our life together will be a bit differant in the future,
because i'm not stupid, and i'm not ignorant, and I don't believe you when you say that you'll be here forever,
because you know as well as I do that i'm not worth it,
and I guess what i'm saying is I wish that you would say it,
or reject the idea,
and just hold me, and scream at me,
and tell me
EVERYTHING
IS
GOING
TO
BE
JUST
FINE.
But of course I couldn't believe you, and i'd say straight out not to tell me any more lies.
Oh, and by the way, you've got me all wrong,
it's not about the sex or drugs, or even the alchohol.
All I want is something you can't see inside yourself that i'm captivated by,
and like moths to a flame, or stars to the sky,
i'm going to be stuck to you for the rest of my life,
till I close my eyes,
and bid you adeiu,
and tell you that i'll come back for you,
or maybe you'll be coming too.
Just don't forget me like i'll never forget you.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

I see this poem has languished here unreviewed since Oct.29. I see 87 people have seen it, perhaps I am the 88th. I wonder why you have not gotten comment. It could be that you wrote the poem not to me the reader but to yourself. Good reason to write. I like that. But poor reason to post on a forum. The poem is (underscore "is") intensely personal. That is a wonderful thing in a poem, but it does not always make it acessible to a reader. Maybe you will consider condensing the text so that once a thought has been voiced it is not voiced again in a slightly different way. Perhaps you could write this with a view toward telling a friend how you feel, not just telling the lover. I can certainly see that it is emotional and heartfelt.
Cooper