to tell you how much <br />I love the cup of coffee <br />you bring me every morning <br />and the way you warm my icy feet <br />on cold nights <br /> <br />to say how much I enjoy <br />the nights we sit together <br />not saying a word <br />just allowing a moment for a smile <br />or a quick kiss <br /> <br />I wanted you to know <br />I’m listening <br />even when I only seem <br />to nod my head <br />and ask you to light the fires <br />and bring out the trash <br /> <br />I wanted my words <br />to be more than bills <br />and timetables <br />and the endless list <br />of daily chores and plans <br /> <br />to show you how much <br />I choke on the guilt <br />that follows the anger <br />that spurts from my deviant mouth <br />when things, as they often do <br />don’t go to plan <br /> <br />I wanted you to know <br />how I believe in us <br />and the future we’re still forming <br />to tell you how I feel <br />each argument brings us closer <br />and that nothing is easy to begin with <br />and that I have faith and patience <br />in who we can be <br />when the screaming matches <br />lose their vigour <br />and the battle of wits subsides <br /> <br />but the words keep <br />getting tangled <br />around my fingers <br />and I’m just not sure <br />you’re ready <br /> <br />to hear them<br /><br />Sheila Knowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-was-going-to-write-you-a-poem/
