Un-shattered

What’s up y’all? Have you ever crushed so hard you write a beautiful poem, read it to said person, and it scares them away from you?

Anyways, this is one of those poems from one of those times. I am a silly man sometimes, but I feel intensely too. Luckily, reflecting on this poem, I am able to extrapolate, that this poem is more about myself, and my love, than it is about any one person.

There is a great scene in the film “Adaptation” where Nicolas Cage says to Nicolas Cage (he is playing both characters):

Charlie Kaufman: There was this time in high school. I was watching you out the library window. You were talking to Sarah Marsh.

Donald Kaufman: Oh, God. I was so in love with her.

Charlie Kaufman: I know. And you were flirting with her. And she was being really sweet to you.

Donald Kaufman: I remember that.

Charlie Kaufman: Then, when you walked away, she started making fun of you with Kim Canetti. And it was like they were laughing at me. You didn't know at all. You seemed so happy.

Donald Kaufman: I knew. I heard them.

Charlie Kaufman: How come you looked so happy?

Donald Kaufman: I loved Sarah, Charles. It was mine, that love. I owned it. Even Sarah didn't have the right to take it away. I can love whoever I want.

Charlie Kaufman: But she thought you were pathetic.

Donald Kaufman: That was her business, not mine. You are what you love, not what loves you. That's what I decided a long time ago.

END SCENE

So this is for everyone who knows unrequited love, know that the love you have for others, is in some way, the love you can have for yourself.

And that no one can take that away from you.

Un-shattered

I have tried many times to write
And re-write you on this page.
Here,
we are madly in love, and the
wounds
our ancestors gave us do not
exist, because colonization does not
exist
Black people were never kidnapped,
and Mexico does Not exist Instead
it is just
us
holding hands, as
We walk
through the forest,
Lost In it's
hazy mist
The only thing that matters
is that when we look at each
other, there is no doubt,
that love
Has won,
The earth beneath us is not
for sale,
or taken
away by force,

I want to hold
on to this image of
you: Walking
next to a pond,
enthralled
by the fleeting
beauty of roses

I am tired of showing you my wounds.
Instead, Let me show you my closet full of
beautiful clothes, the drawer where I
Keep my poetry,
and the fridge full
ingredients for the
next meal I will cook for you.

I am tired of you
Showing me your wounds
Instead,
Show me where you
First fell in love
And where it ended
And how it felt
Unlike anything you have ever felt before

Point to your favorite colors,
The ones that
That call your
Name on the canvas,
They say blue is rare in nature,
This must be
Why you are also rare
Deep in melancholy,
a blue so deep
yet you keep your head above water
Like you always do
You are a blue so rare
A divine gift from the universe
on this page, you have no doubts about
Your magic, you keep finding yourself,
over and
Over,
And over, again
and
every time,
it's a more
wonderful
Version of
Yourself.

you hold
my
hand and tell
me
"I Love you”
An un-shattered mirror,
I say it back
“I love you"