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Cassadie Clark Poem
What is it like to truly love a woman?
It is being so taken by the initial meeting that you now can't imagine your life
without her...
It is getting to know her & feeling like you're being reintroduced to yourself.... It is
finding out that you have everything in common
Even the smallest things
It is realizing that you do love her, despite what the general society may say. It is
knowing that you want to be with her & wanting the whole world to know that
she is yours.
It is falling completely in love with her & losing yourself along the way. It is asking
her to be with you 7 when she says 'yes', every dream you've ever had comes true.
What is it like to give yourself to that same woman?
It is letting yourself be completely taken by her.... To where, you have no idea, nor
do you care. As long as you're with her, nothing matters.
It is letting her inside..... Letting her see the real you..... Shortcomings,, failures &
all.... And knowing that she does not love you any less.
It is knowing that you will always love each other... Unconditionally, regardless of
either person's past. Everything before you met means nothing now.
You are only looking ahead together now, expectantly~
Instead of judgementally looking backwards, AT each other.
It is sharing your dreams with her, no matter how small, no matter how
insignificant they seem to you. No matter how impossible they may seem to you,
you find the strength to accomplish them in her.
It is making plans for a future, together...
Your heart is in her hands now, as hers is in yours...
So that there is no more "You & I",
Only "We"
Copyright © Cassadie Clark | Year Posted 2007
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Cassadie Clark Poem
You wanted to kiss me
I saw it in your eyes
Both times that it almost happened
You shoved it all back inside
I wanted you to kiss me
I wanted that so bad
We were so close
But still so far off
And all I can hear
Is your voice in my ears
Telling me:
"You can tell everything by the way you get kissed"
I had so much to say that night
So much more I couldn't
But when our lips brushed against each others
It was o so apparent
We both knew we shouldn't
I'm leaving this alone
I'm going to walk away
But goddamn in my heart
I really just want to stay
Stay all night
Inside the warmth of your arms
I want to fall asleep with you
And wake up unarmed
I don't feel I have to hide from you
I've never felt I have
I can just be myself
No smoke
No mirrors
You won't love me any less
But no
You don't love me
I shouldn't say that
I know that you don't
But I do know
You wanted to kiss me
As badly as I wanted to kiss you
Copyright © Cassadie Clark | Year Posted 2007
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Cassadie Clark Poem
As close as you are is as close as you'll be, because she won't budge another
inch to let you in.
She'll let you touch her sometimes, but never long enough to hold her.
There is a perfect balance of intimacy, but there is none at all, because she won't
let you in the window that you've been throwing the stones at.
She can talk to you about anything, about everything about her, and you listen,
your heart breaking with every word, because you love her.
And she is just your best friend.
You admire her from afar, stare too long when no one is looking.. Especially at
that spot on her neck. The one you dream of one day kissing.
She is the woman you never knew you always wanted, and you want her for all
the reasons that the other can't seem to see. You see amazing in her eyes & in
her heart, & you want to give her all of the amazing you can possibly get your
hands on.
You talk for hours, about everything & nothing. About fears, & dreams, then retreat
to separate rooms; for you to dream of her as she dreams of her.
You lie awake most nights, wishing you could hold her. You like awake for hours
on end, wondering how she feels.
Wondering how she sleeps when she's sleeping next to you.
Everything is there between you. But there is nothing there between you.
Perhaps you've been looking for something that was never there all along.
You are happy for her because she is happy with her, wishing all along that you
were the one she was smiling for. Knowing that her someone else is smiling for
someone else.
You hurt when she hurts, & all you want in the world is to bleed your reds & greys
for days, so she doesn't have to hurt so much.
In the end, you know you'll never say anything to her about anything. Especially
about the way you feel, or all the amazing you see, because you don't want to
sacrifice what you already have. What you will always have.
You would rather never have her than to have her leave you.
And it kills you.
Copyright © Cassadie Clark | Year Posted 2007
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