I see my fault.
I have erred, and I am sorry.
I blamed you because of my malcontent.
I tried to cover for my soullessness.
I tried to give you everything.
Give you the inner parts of me.
But, as you have said, it was not enough.
And now, I see why.
You wanted the passion within me.
You wanted my old wounds,
My emotion, my immortality,
My tears, you wanted my baggage.
And all I gave you was a face.
I gave you everything but what you asked for.
I did not give you me.
If I could go back, I would be better,
I would release it all,
I would give my very soul.
Starting now, this very moment.
But now I know, it cannot be.
And it was not you, but me.
I am to blame. But, before we part,
I give you what you've always wanted,
This part of me, this moisture,
Though meaningless to many, it is not meaningless to you.
It is all the emotion,
All the baggage, all the shame,
Everything. It is me.
It is small, but the greatest gifts will never be large,
But small. Give me your palm.
It will fall into your hand.
Then you shall see that I am sorry,
And finally, finally,
You will possess what I should have given from the start,
Myself. It is the nakedness of my emotion,
Wrapped into a small moisture,
Of a teardrop.
Author notes
Sometimes, the most emotion within us can be placed into a single teardrop, and many times, it is the first teardrop.
This writing is just a little thought. It did not turn out like I would have liked, but, it is a start to something later that my be better, I hope.
(PREQUEL TO MY LIFE FOR YOURS SAGA)
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you really are an excellent writer. it feels like old tears and wounds to me, powerful and emotional. Something to lament over,and your choice of words and in general your style of writing enhanced it. Once again, enjoyed reading this.
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Bravo!!!This was so beautiful..So much emotion in it... So intense... Most of the time when we think that we are doing things right with the person we are with, yet when they leave we ask why? the answer is always heartbreaking... What we always thought that we did right, was along wrong...You are very true as well... A single teardrop can hold all of our emotions yet in the end that too dissappears, yet to the person that we share them with it will always be in their mind, the fact that we took a chance by showing what we always hid...I loved this!! I really did..
Great write..
Jetleena
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It does feel like a confession, or maybe a desperate last plea. A last hope.
Anyone who can read can see all the emotion in this write. It's not really poetic in terms of all that poetic device and structure mumbo jumbo. It reeks of raw regreat and the realization of something too late. I have to say that I'm impressed to find you being male...I was like O.O huh? Most guys dont have the balls to put themselves out there like this (assuming that the poem is based on a real life experience and even if it's not still mind boggling). But yeah, it's really sad, and honest, tender and best of all unrefined. It's like you just said how you felt no bullshit.
I'm a fan, definately.
"This part of me, this moisture,
Though meaningless to many, it is not meaningless to you.
It is all the emotion,
All the baggage, all the shame,
Everything. It is me."
That's my favorite part
Well done on a beautiful pen fellow poet. Cant wait for more
-Sasha
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I love the emotion in this poem and the single teardrop idea. This feels like a confession and a very good one at that. like this part:
You wanted the passion within me.
You wanted my old wounds,
My emotion, my immortality,
My tears, you wanted my baggage.
And all I gave you was a face.
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