These poems represent moments in time since I became serious about poetry in January, 2014. Some of those moments have passed; others never truly will. In addition to posting my poems here, I have performed them at various showcases and open mics. All original content: Copyright 2014-2017 Shaheen J. Dibai. All rights reserved.
Sunday, August 17, 2014
More beautiful to me than any other woman
But representing the ugliest of emotions:
No, I don't hate you, Chelsea; I hate that I love you.
For you will never love me...at least not the same way.
I may wish to take you out to dinner and a show, arriving at
your door with a bouquet of roses and leaving you with the most
passionate goodnight kiss...
But you're content to shoot the breeze with me over a cup of coffee and give me a hug goodbye.
I may wish to call you anytime I need some comfort and talk for hours on end...
But you're content to call me once a month, if that often, and talk for ten minutes, if that long.
may think you look lovely in that outfit -- and wish I knew what you
look like without it, what your body feels like without all those layers
But you'll never let me find out.
Chelsea, you may think the solution is easy: find another woman.
But it's not that easy.
Other women are around me, and still others I've yet to meet
But I want you, Chelsea.
The one it will never happen with.
The one it will never work out with.
The one who's not the one, or even one of many.
So why do you have to be you?
Why can't you be who I want you to be?
Why can't you be...anyone but Chelsea?
I've been wrong all along -- I don't love you, Chelsea.
I love who you could be...if only you weren't you.