This one’s for you – A poem

I wrote a lot about but

never dear, never for you.

These notes and novels hold your name

they dear, are not for you.

And sad to say I’m late

with this piece of bullshit

to save our fate and your faith

in me. And maybe

If I stopped thinking what we had was love

and started looking at you and me, love

would have shared a drink

But falling in love is like falling asleep

you’re already awake when you realize you did.

So, I’m not going to say how you made green my favorite color.

I’m not going to mention your hair, smile

and lovely chinita eyes

and fill this poem with more of my lies.

Dear, I’m going to say sorry,

sorry I wrote about you to everybody.

I just had to say that I had somebody

It didn’t matter who

anybody would do.

But I forgot that that somebody was you.

The only person who should have heard that I cared

because goddamn it, dear, I do.