Poem #5...now I think I'm up to 1 poem a season! :D
Love Recall
I was happy
you were too
look how happy we were
what made you realize we were through
what did you think when you were ignoring me
did you jump for joy, did you smile with glee?
something that happened convinced you to see
it was better alone, it was better to be free
and the most difficult part of this whole idea
the only person who doesn't know this something is me
it can't be the time, the one time I asked you
for a minute or two of your time, just me and you
to express how I felt, to tell you I loved you
to show you me inside even if everything was through
you took that message and twisted it around
you became irritated, questioned me, claimed it was unsound!
to ask to talk when I've barely seen anything
over the past seven days, not even a cell phone ring
why is one day in seven such a difficult thing to see
how could you blame me for these things if you really love me?
yet from this note my chances were crippled
you said it was bitter, hostile, implied it was bullshit
but yet seven days of silence seemed not to affect
the way you felt, even though I had seven days of shit
if you wanted to talk I would have been right there
one time in four months I ask to talk and sudddenly you're scared?
blizzards, snowstorms and cold's bitter hell
didn't keep me from seeing you, even though things didn't go well
finally I asked you the one thing I didn't want to quell
"is it important"; when did it not matter how I felt?!
I would have come to talk at any hour of the night
if I knew my being there could have avoided our plight
I guess communicating with you was too much to ask
when it finally happened I had to face the facts
after the talk yesterday, shame was all I got
not having you set in and it made my heart stop
you told me yourself you didn't want to hurt me
but yet you were able to be cold to me so easily
why, why was that so easy to do?
to someone here that was so crazy for you
all of a sudden when happiness isn't enough
you realize what you're missing and its less painful to crush
a social bond, a relationship with a future
excitement is paramount; it won't make you feel like a loser
but will it be there for you when you need it?
will it listen to you if you need to speak to it?
the sad truth is that excitement is nice
but its not the way to continue a life
or find the answers you're looking for
seeking the results you implore
from this very life, this one chance at greatness
where stability and versatility are alternatives to pain-filled
the biggest question is finding what is meaningfull above all
I thought I held that position, until you planned my fall
my dreams ended yesterday, and then I saw
you replaced me with emptiness, doubt, a love recall
-- Mark Zipadelli
I was happy
you were too
look how happy we were
what made you realize we were through
what did you think when you were ignoring me
did you jump for joy, did you smile with glee?
something that happened convinced you to see
it was better alone, it was better to be free
and the most difficult part of this whole idea
the only person who doesn't know this something is me
it can't be the time, the one time I asked you
for a minute or two of your time, just me and you
to express how I felt, to tell you I loved you
to show you me inside even if everything was through
you took that message and twisted it around
you became irritated, questioned me, claimed it was unsound!
to ask to talk when I've barely seen anything
over the past seven days, not even a cell phone ring
why is one day in seven such a difficult thing to see
how could you blame me for these things if you really love me?
yet from this note my chances were crippled
you said it was bitter, hostile, implied it was bullshit
but yet seven days of silence seemed not to affect
the way you felt, even though I had seven days of shit
if you wanted to talk I would have been right there
one time in four months I ask to talk and sudddenly you're scared?
blizzards, snowstorms and cold's bitter hell
didn't keep me from seeing you, even though things didn't go well
finally I asked you the one thing I didn't want to quell
"is it important"; when did it not matter how I felt?!
I would have come to talk at any hour of the night
if I knew my being there could have avoided our plight
I guess communicating with you was too much to ask
when it finally happened I had to face the facts
after the talk yesterday, shame was all I got
not having you set in and it made my heart stop
you told me yourself you didn't want to hurt me
but yet you were able to be cold to me so easily
why, why was that so easy to do?
to someone here that was so crazy for you
all of a sudden when happiness isn't enough
you realize what you're missing and its less painful to crush
a social bond, a relationship with a future
excitement is paramount; it won't make you feel like a loser
but will it be there for you when you need it?
will it listen to you if you need to speak to it?
the sad truth is that excitement is nice
but its not the way to continue a life
or find the answers you're looking for
seeking the results you implore
from this very life, this one chance at greatness
where stability and versatility are alternatives to pain-filled
the biggest question is finding what is meaningfull above all
I thought I held that position, until you planned my fall
my dreams ended yesterday, and then I saw
you replaced me with emptiness, doubt, a love recall
-- Mark Zipadelli