The Last Poem I Will Write for You

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The Last Poem I Will Write for You

Daryl Andrada, WHS Reporter

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This will be the last poem I will ever write for you;

I don’t care if it takes a million stanzas,

But I can’t just let these words continue to live inside me,

So I swear, this is the last poem I will ever write for you.

I will start at the very beginning;

At how you smiled at me and asked me where I lived.

You didn’t look at the books that lay beside my bed,

Also asleep, and back then my only companions

I will start from the very beginning,

At how you hugged me when I told you I love you;

At how I kissed your forehead

And said,” You’re important.”

I don’t want to be important.

I’m not a mirror that you’ve own by years,

That you only look at to remind yourself

That you’re beautiful.

I don’t want to be important.

What I want is to be loved. What I need is to be loved.

I need you to love me like your morning coffee:

Accepting the bitter and the sweet;

Needed for warmth but not tossed aside

For growing cold.

What I need is to be loved.

And I used to write just to make you love me.

So forgive me, but I will write

Until I’ve used up all the words in my mind.

Forgive me, but I will write to you to forgive me,

So, this time-

On this last time that I will write you a poem-

Let’s make an agreement:

I will forgive you but you must forgive me too.

Forgive me for chattering,

And I will forgive you for not saying a word.

Forgive me for not leaving,

And I will forgive you for not staying.

Forgive me for forgetting you,

And I will forgive you for not choosing me.

Forgive me for loving you,

And I will forgive you for hating me.

I will forgive you but you must forgive me too.

So I can at last finish this poem.

And forgive me if it ends up too lengthy,

And if the words are too flowery, but I swear:

This is the last one. The last one…

I will start at the very beginning;

At how you smiled at me and asked me where I lived.

I will start at the very beginning;

At how you smile at me.

I will start at the very beginning.

I will start…

I will…

I..

This is the last poem I will write for you – that’s wrong…

This is the last poem I have written about you:

“I love you, and I have nothing left to give”

I’m done….

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