Dear love,
Before you keep playing games
ask yourself if you can afford to lose
Love is a capricious child
better tend to it while it wants you
Before you take me for granted
remember I’m like the moon
Would you like life without me?
Will you have no regrets?
Before you start playing with fire
remember I’m a dragon
and my mouth has been kept shot
in an effort to save you agony
but if it’s fire you want…
Before you kidnap your feelings
consider the look in your eyes
on that beach that July
Those eyes were wondering
what I saw in you, if I loved you back
And you’re still wondering,
refuse to see
the answer was yes then
it is yes now
Before you listen to reason
consider what you’re letting go
Opportunities are balding
and you must grab them by the hair
Before you rest assured
remember we met on a trail
I passed you by while you were sitting
and came back to get you
You haven’t moved from where I left you
no one else has picked you up
and that includes yourself
Before you go trusting your mind
I recommend you trust your gut
You mind has broken your heart
and it now wants to blame me
Before you let your ego run wild
consider what’s at stake
measure what your pride is worth
While it’s true I love you better
it is obvious you love me more.
By tuttysan © 2007
Great ending. Your last two lines are the best. I find the use of italics for the ending line strangely effective, I’m not sure why.
To quickly answer your question posted on the antisocialist: No, “The Waitress” is not part of a longer piece. It was meant to just capture one woman’s life in an obscure corner of the States, rather in the spirit of – how did you describe it? – documenting. I’m glad, however, that it made you want to read more. Thank you very much indeed for taking time to read.
Have a beautiful day.
A lesson a lot of lovers must learn. I struggled with it. I still am today.
We do love you more, as less as possible.
Towards death we march to feel the same way again.
Reason is madness
Experience is reality
the impression on my mind is slowly slipping
slipping
need you now
now, now
ease the pain of my own reason with a smile
with a kiss
no words, forever passion
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Thank you for the inspiration. You struck a chord inside of me, something rarely felt; understanding.
Daría media vida por escucharte recitar este poema. Reacitarlo sólo para mí, como si fuera un tierno regalo que tú le haces a mi atribulado corazón. Intentaría entonces atrapar las palabras que salieran de tu boca y las escondería, como un tesoro, en la cumbre de mi colina secreta.
Mi colina está siempre adornada de nubes.
Thanks Magari for that spontaneous note. I’m glad this poem stroke a cord. Thanks antisocialist. Write more about that woman. It’d be nice to hear what she’s up to.
Pablo querido, si estuviera frente a ti, me encantaria leerte este poema, aunque no seria el apropiado. Si lo nuestro fuese una historia de amor, tengo el presentimiento de que yo te querria mas y tu me querrias mejor. Beso.
Wow! Somehow I missed out on this one! This is at times highly personal to me, at times jarringly funny and at times scathing as well. This is probably tuttysan’s best (among the ones I have read).
I feel particularly intrigued by the question you pose: how much is my pride worth? I don’t know.
Thanks for the comment Ritiwik. I find that love is usually as complicated as a person’s psyche. It’s easy to have feelings for someone. Knowing what to do about them and what the heck the other person is thinking can be an ordeal.