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Oh, hello.
I just read a poem and it made me cry. I wasn't even feeling any particular way or another and my cousin posted a video onto Faceplace and it was of a 3 year old reciting this poem from memory. I thought, 'Wow, I like this poem, let me go and read it for myself.' and so I did. And for some reason JUST TEARS!!
The poem is Litany by Billy Collins. I had never heard of him before just now and I'm sure it's because I haven't delved into poetry (my own or anyone else's) in soooo many years.
I guess it just struck a chord with me right now.
I feel like my wonderful, lovely dude is way too hard on himself most of the time (tonight, for example) and I guess when I read this poem I felt it said what I want to say to him, but to nestle it in his head, because saying it plain outright will be/would be mostly too cheesy. And I feel it deeply and truly. I always feel that he cannot ever fully know how very much he is loved. He hates himself sometimes, maybe all of the time. But he hides it from me. Then at moments he can erupt and his lava flow of emotions come pouring out and I know he isn't happy. That makes me SO fucking SAD because I want more than anything for him to be happy. He just deserves it.
As they say: le sigh.
I just read a poem and it made me cry. I wasn't even feeling any particular way or another and my cousin posted a video onto Faceplace and it was of a 3 year old reciting this poem from memory. I thought, 'Wow, I like this poem, let me go and read it for myself.' and so I did. And for some reason JUST TEARS!!
The poem is Litany by Billy Collins. I had never heard of him before just now and I'm sure it's because I haven't delved into poetry (my own or anyone else's) in soooo many years.
I guess it just struck a chord with me right now.
I feel like my wonderful, lovely dude is way too hard on himself most of the time (tonight, for example) and I guess when I read this poem I felt it said what I want to say to him, but to nestle it in his head, because saying it plain outright will be/would be mostly too cheesy. And I feel it deeply and truly. I always feel that he cannot ever fully know how very much he is loved. He hates himself sometimes, maybe all of the time. But he hides it from me. Then at moments he can erupt and his lava flow of emotions come pouring out and I know he isn't happy. That makes me SO fucking SAD because I want more than anything for him to be happy. He just deserves it.
As they say: le sigh.