Archive for Your So Vain I Betcha Think This Poems About You Poems
I still read him sometimes. I go back to see if some of the magic I once experienced will be there. It is a fool’s errand. I have seen the man behind the curtain and know his words too well. I am no longer moved. I can only see the regurgitation of previous pieces, the shallow self-absorption. It is best to not look too closely, to be able to figure out how the trick is done as it taints every aspect, leaving me to understand all that I thought was talent was simply a con-man’s game of slight of hand. All just smoke and mirrors.
Your lucky
penny
that
is what
you
called
me.
I
smiled,
knowing
pennies
lie in
dishes,
get tossed
into
jars
and
generally
are regarded
as
useless
until
they
are
needed.
Your
lucky penny
disregarded,
ignored,
forgotten
until
you
needed me
then I
became
valuable,
important.
Being
your
lucky penny
has
not been
so
lucky
for
me.
To all of the
“You”s
I have
written of
My words may have
been
ignited
by you
but they are not
for
you.
As there have been
many
“You”s
who see them selves
as
Inspiration
You
all of
You
are
blinded
by your own
ego
self importance
The words
are for
me
A Map
of where I have
been
Showing me
how far I have
traveled
and how far
I have yet
to go.
How do I form the words
to tell you all that I hold in my heart
When I don’t recognize the feelings?
To tell you I love you
does not begin to describe
what passes through me
when I hear your voice.
To tell you I miss you
does not convey
the depth of the loss
I feel when we part
To tell I want to be
with you always
is to put a limit
a destination
to something that
seems to have no end
How do I form the words
to tell you that
I have been waiting
for you all of my life
How do I justify
such a feeling
without feeling
weak
as though
I am losing
my independence?
How do I feel all of this
for you and not lose myself?
Message In A Bottle II 