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• Rebecca Smith, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2008

You tell me that you love me
And you can tell I feel the same.
But right now I can’t say it,
I cant even say your name.
Cause now I am broken
And it’ll take a while to fix.
I'm sorry I cant give you what you want,
That’s why I’m writing this.
You my feelings are there
And that my love for you runs deep.
And that it’s not him that I think about or dream of when I sleep.
It’s not him that makes my life better or who comforts me.
It’s not him who gives me hope and makes the world brighter to see.
It’s not him that makes me happy or eve makes me blush.
It’s not him that makes my heart beat faster in a rush.
It’s not him who I want to hold or who I want to get.
It’s you who did this and more and I don’t want you to forget.
I could never forget the poems or the way you make me smile.
There are so many things you’ve given me, so this might take a while.
I wish you were here to hold me when I’m down.
To make me laugh, to make me smile, to be around.
So this is what I’m saying, and I’m not sure how it’ll turn out.
But I know you make me glad, instead of to cry or to shout.
I still can’t say what you really want to hear,
And I’m not ready yet but you know that I care.
I know that I will be ready soon,
I just need so time.
But I hope that you can wait cause I really want you to be mine.