This must be
what love is
this spinning
this passion
and this pain
this waiting for you
to call me
living my life
by the phone
and holding my breath
till yours
dusts my skin.
The way
you make me feel,
the way
that look in your eyes
tells me
that I am wrong
beautiful
but wrong
and far from proud
when I sit here
and pretend not to cry.
I'm screaming inside
knowing you
have put me aside
and reserved your heart
leaving me to sit
and smile
a faltering smile
and wonder why
why haven't you called,
told me it's all right
to be the way I am.
Maybe I'm broken
and I need you
maybe I live in glass jars
and butterfly songs
and maybe
this is all a dream
and I will wake up
and find you
lying beside me
just as beautiful
and as real
as I need you to be.
So Deep
You're sleeping, love
you're leaving me
you're walking away from me
you're looking back
and walking away.
Tarot cards
and nonglistent eyeliner
spinning
a beautiful
female
web,
sleeping beside me
memories
on the inside
of your eyelids;
I love you.
Coffee
sugar
lipgloss-stained skin;
all these things
that make up
me and you;
You're leaving me
I'm loving you
We're falling
but we're free
and we belong
to the early hours
to the insanity
the peace
the unsurity
the confidence
the religion
the discovery
the rain
the feeling
the beauty
the words.
My grandmother's quilt
holds you
and sculpts you
and you are sleeping
you are leaving
I don't feel so
forlorn
knowing I love you
doesn't
just doesn't
I love you;
I let you leave me.
Poem © 2001 Jessica Ann Zimmer, all rights reserved
