You said
you can’t love me
I’m an underachiever
I said
you can only be an underachiever if you have the capacity to achieve
that means you do, that means you could and if you choose not to
that may mean you have principles in this unprincipled world
you said
you can’t love me
I’m fat
I said
when did the first person in the world say to another person?
that loving someone was contingent upon weight? When did it become
that facile?
and if you are fat then the Pope’s not Catholic, so come on, a stomach roll
or two is a sign you enjoy food
not
a valid reason to be harpooned
you said
you can’t love me
I’m nobody
and I wanted to cry but I’d run out of tears
worrying I’d never hear from you again
so instead I picked up the bucket I collected them in
dropped a silver coin and made a wish
I can’t say what that wish was, or it may not come true
but I’ll give you a clue
the only thing you are is
wrong
because
you’re everything
to me
This stole my breath…so powerful and wonderful. Please keep doing what you do!
Beautifully penned! 🙂
This was great
There it is:
“but I’ll give you a clue
the only thing you are is
wrong
because
you’re everything
to me”
The above is poignant and ends the poem perfectly.
Those who think they cannot love less than perfection do not understand the perfection that is love.
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TheFeatheredSleep – something wished for
Beautifully written!
And I say, “I can’t help but love you.” Amazing, Warrioress. As you always do, so have you done here, you always have me hanging on every word. ❤
Very touching and beautifully written!
That’s a really killer ending. I like the conversational tone and the slight sparkle in the eye that it implies.
This is indeed poignant, and as always it’s masterful writing.
(Just sent you email – at last.)
this is incredible, emotional… really made my heart ache. ❤
Beautifully written… 🙂
That ending is marvellous – I love you in spite of it all
Beautiful 🙂
Beautifully written
Candice, this is all too common. The pain and anguish of unreturned love. Not being good enough to another is a very hard place to be. The hardest question to answer is when we ask ourselves, should I move on even though my love is deep for the other person? Keith
This hurts.
Everything in it hurts. But especially the part about being fat.
And it fits in perfectly with my poem for the day 😉
However, I’m wondering: no matter how deep your love for someone, should it take precedence over the love you owe to yourself?
I decided to answer no. Some men I’ve loved, and I think they loved me too. But… their love was hurting me. I still love them, but from afar. Until they are able to love the whole ME, respect me, then all I can give them is love from afar. No judgement. Just acceptance. And knowing I need to love myself first.
Great poem!