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A Poem by Colette
"

it was raining, my heart was heavy, and i wrote this:

"

 

 

 

i feel like the rain
he's there / where / any place /
but here.
~
i ate all the chocolates / didn't like a one
~
i'm reading words by ancient poets / none
written in modern times for me
~
why doesn't anyone ever fight for me? / write for me?
indulge me / with consistency of love and adoration
exhale emotions with words that shape love / without
having to say love / because, i've heard the "I Love You"s / and
i long for something / anything / nothing remotely opaque / vivid
i long for sincerity of expression / clarity in action / someone to say
"it's you....it's you...it's you i want to be with
and i'll do whatever it takes"
~
but no one / and i mean no one
contributes enough of their time / energy / l.o.v.e
to witness my Love in full bloom
~
if i'm pushed away / if i'm shunned
even when it's temporary....
of course i'm going to ease on down the road
~
i'm waiting / i'm seeking / i've been longing for that someone
to tell me i am the right face / my body the perfect fit / my soul
kindred
that i am who they / you / whoever
wants to rest next to at the end of each joyous or turbulent day
that their desire for me outweighs the compelling nature of substances
that I subdue pain / I create smiles
that they / you / whoever
gives a god damn...
wants to cradle me / feed me / protect me

fulfill my most basic of needs
.
.
.
Keep Me Alive

© 2013 Colette


Author's Note

Colette
Listen to the spoken word here: https://soundcloud.com/mzmoonshine/itwasraining

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Lovely lament, Colette...your words flowed like rain with your heart dripping each emotions on each line...I always enjoy reading your poetry.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Colette
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