For everyone who needs a " Pick me up"

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A good poem with a message for all! As said a good "pick me up" :) enjoy

Submitted: June 05, 2012

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Submitted: June 05, 2012





I Love You by Papergirl/Mary Fons.


This poem, yes this poem, is for the pillow clutchers

For those looking into the imaginary eyes of the person who fills their mind with sugarplum smiles

For those who have a cannon of dreams ready and waiting to blossom

For the men and the women who want to be understood in that way that only someone who kisses you can understand you

This poem is for you

This poem is not for the desperate, the pathetic, the lame, the loser

Not for the one who hasn’t gotten laid in a while

Not for the one who says their ‘choosing,’ you know, ‘not to date for a while’

There is no such thing
this poem is for the people who cannot bring themselves to admit that they would give their right leg for any length of time with the person on their mind.

Forgive me

I am not a brave woman

I do not know what lurks in the hearts of humans, and I don’t really want to know

If what’s there mirrors memories I show in my face on bad days it shows

Kisses that are long gone, people who have disappeared, and passions that have faded into the ether of the past

Nothing lasts

And that is the one lesson this coward can say she is able to teach

This poem is for all those who wish to say ‘I’m sorry’

I’m sorry I couldn’t love you

You deserve love

I’m sorry I couldn’t give something to you

You deserve to be given to

I’m sorry that for every person that loves somebody another person just doesn’t want to

And sometime, we’re the lucky ones right?

We get to feel sweet truth in the night

The bodies we reach out to are miraculously there

But I know the despair that comes when they’re not

I know the long nights and the doubt and the fear

And the crawling back to a womb that just isn’t there

I know intensity’s address and the let down that rents there

I’m sorry for it

It takes years off your life

And it cannot be avoided

And sometimes these little words

Are the crutches for the crush that we feel

So this poem is a pathetic vehicle to tell you, each one of you, that I love you

In so many ways

In the same ways that stay up nights and days

Dreaming up the perfect way to be there for someone

Meals you would cook for them, poems you would write for them, and the things you plan to say when they say ‘no’

Well I love you

And you will never know how in the slight of a magician’s hand we could have been lovers and grandly in love, could have changed the whole game

Written words on the horizon

Changed the compromise

But you will know something else instead

Bitter as bitter gets

More bitter than a rotten peach pit

More bitter than a child’s most terrifying nightmare at night

You will know that I don’t reflect what I see in your eyes

We will share some banal recognition

Some cordial understanding

But have I mentioned that I love you for being honest?

Did I mention that I love you for not lying?

So many people lying all the time, and I hate them

So I love you

And you will still go home alone. And that is very hard to do.

For all the humans with love for those who aren’t their lovers, I love you

And so the poem ends, because we know that it will

But before it slips away, like everything else

I will attempt the only words I can think of that are a fraction as good as a kiss

When you stay at home at night, thinking of those who are long gone, or those who are getting kisses from someone who is not you, I love you

For those who want what they probably need and for those whose bodies are

Starving, not for food, for me, and for you

And for all the people who never knew or understood what you would do for them – I love you

I love you

I love you



All credits to Mary Fons/ Papergirl

I Love you!!!!!!!! :D

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