Say You Love Me

I went to the bookstore yesterday afternoon and I saw something called a “Buddha Board”. There was a tiny quote on the side that said “mastering the art of letting go.” You could create a design on the board with just water and then it evaporates, leaving you with a clean slate. I had a thought of drawing your face and then laughed. If only it was that easy. I think about some of our old conversations and what you would say when I let things bother me and how you always preferred logic over emotion. Maybe that is why it’s so easy for you to just drop everything or at least you pretend that it is. I bet you’d hate the fact that its been so hard for me to get over you and that I write about you. I hid most of the poems that I wrote about you because sometimes you seemed uncomfortable when I expressed my love for you. It’s so ironic that the people who convince me to open up always leave me thinking that I feel too much. I just want to love and be loved, to share the deepest parts of myself without being ridiculed. Why does it always feel like I am asking for too much?