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"I'm Tired of Writing Poems About You"

by Max Phineas

The lines I dare not cross
Encircle me, a ruthless noose
Choking on feelings
Like a giant placebo
I only think I can handle it.

You have a beauty
I cannot be a part of
I always watch the rainbow from a distance
While you refract colors to blind a million faces
And laugh to lift my feet off the ground.

I wish I could deem you unworthy of my words
Because I'm weary of them, myself
But the truth is
you deserve each one,
and it is I who sit,
unworthy of you.

04/09/2009

Posted on 04/10/2009
Copyright © 2026 Max Phineas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Nanette Bellman on 04/10/09 at 05:38 PM

Just the title along makes me love this. Not to mention the poem speaks a truth I can hear.

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