This is a poem my friend Tim wrote and performed at the APO (Alpha Psi Omega) Variety Show this past Saturday. I knew he wrote poetry, but I had never heard or read any of his stuff. I got chills when he performed this. It was amazing! So, I thought I'd share it with ya'll. Enjoy :o)
I try not to catch your eye anymore.
I try to avoid it because I know
Every time I do,
You'll smile,
Giggle,
And I’m weak so I smile too.
And I don’t know if you can read it,
But somewhere on my face,
Be it my half-fought grin
Or quick-shift eyes,
Invisible ink tattoos every word we can’t say.
"Run away with me”
Is but a pentimento of our stare,
Hidden just below the artwork;
Shown to only the most trained eyes.
The ghost of secret emotion
Possesses our shared smile
To the point that it takes life of it’s own,
Lingering until it’s resparked by another furtive glance.
So forgive me,
But I try not to catch your eye anymore.
I shy away from your touch.
An incidental brush is too much
Yet, I can’t resist taking your hand in mine,
Holding you close,
Running my fingers through your hair.
Your skin is a drug.
As my hand finds your spine I feel more alive
But die a little more from every withdrawal.
Every deep embrace,
And my heart races at the thought of being so near to yours.
Your head on my chest,
My heartbeat slows
To avoid any disturbance that could wake you, Shake you from your meditation and make you leave, Breaking in two
This perfect fit of you and I,
Leaving a hole custom-fitted for you.
But it’s a hole I never knew until you left it.
So don’t hold it against me
If I shy away from your touch.
Now maybe my apologies are misplaced.
When our eyes don’t meet,
They wander,
Taking innocence with them
Until we’re all lost in unfulfilled fantasy.
So maybe it’s good that I have nothing to say Because I have nothing that should be heard.
Maybe my every word will just cause more hurt than good.
Maybe I should move on.
If I can’t have you,
Someone should.
Someone deserving of you.
Of your eyes,
Smile,
Touch,
Love.
So please, accept my last apology.
I'm sorry if I let you go.
