Hold Back to Hold OnTonight, I sit here
blinded by my own words,
as they crawl across the screen
giving life to my inner scream.
Now neatly stacked in a stanza,
trapped between lines
and hasty rhymes.
A begining to a poem
written for you, but not to you
the way a subtle hint is dropped
with no one to catch it
I love you.
I say that too often,
and a convincing lie most of the time.
Save the moments those words are for you,
like now, stop the clock.
Hour, minute, second.
I count, each one away from you
the way this stanza falls away from
Wish I could go back,
but the third stanza.. act
is already underway and who am I
to halt the play.. stage.. pain.. rage.
I rage against myself,
Always the same answer resounding.
I can't tell you how much you really mean
to me, because if I lose you
I have nothing. Not even this poem.