Iz

poem by: Damir Udbinac
Written on Sep 29, 2018

I’m not just doing this for you, I’m doing it for me,
Based off of how things always end up, I feel like I know what will happen anyways,
But one last try, for you Iz, cause that’s how much you mean to me.

Passion, as destructive as it is creative,
Builds up and wears down, like sand castles built near the sea,
But children still have hope to rebuild them, though most would dismiss them as naive,
It’s that bit of naivety, that keeps us alive, and yet never lets us be,
I’m riding on that now, the belief that there is still a chance,
That I could show you how beautiful you are, whether you are near me, or tossing a wayward glance,
And all the things you do that I’m thankful for, that you may not even realize yourself.

I’m thankful that you wake up, even when the blanket feels like concrete,
I’m thankful that you have my back and cared, when some shit was coming down on me,
I’m thankful that you get my neck, and remind me to brighten up,
But most of all, I’m thankful that you can still laugh, and that that treasure isn’t lost to the world, because it’s what made me realize, that of all the people in the world, I had the priceless luck, of finding you.

I think of all the things I could do to make you happy, and weep that I never had the strength to do them,
I wanted to stop by your house, and throw pebbles at the window,
Take you out and go stargazing until morning, and pretend like we don’t give a damn,
I wanted to pick you up and just start driving, till we found somewhere interesting to stop,
And spend time becoming a better person with you, until the guide would get fatigued and say “NO!”,
But most of all, I want to hold you in my arms, and let our hearts beat until our problems would seem to drop,
Out of mind, and have seconds feel like eternities, 
and look in each other’s eyes, And understand that everything is gonna be ok.

In dance, I have to get close to people I don’t even know, 
It’s supposed to be intimate, but every time I feel nothing,
When you hug me, or even when you leaned on me like during Memphis, I felt so alive, and time seemed to move so slow,
I know these were tiny gestures, easily overlooked, but to me, they meant something,
And I could be completely wrong about what you think of me,
But there more important things than that, that you have to see. 
I want you to see yourself as I see you, one of the best people you could possibly be,
With enough perseverance to tackle the world, and everything above, below, and in between,
I want you to hear your laugh, the way I hear it, a symphony of joy composed in seconds, so powerful it can make someone drop to their knee,
I want you to feel as good on the inside as you act on the outside, because to think that someone as spectacular as you, could feel worse than me, tears me apart, from the rind to the seam.

I didn’t say this before, because of how things tend to go,
I just try to say the truth, and I would always seem to get shut down,
But I know what’s more important than our friendship, is how you feel and that you know,
That I would give up the invaluable joy you bring me, if it would bring you the same joy, and reverse when you frown, 
I would suffer your scorn, and try to survive if you were to feel apathetic towards me,
If you had this to read when you were unsure, and help you feel free.

We don’t have a lot of time left, I know it’s a little late,
But I needed you to know how I feel, because my passion is difficult for me to keep chained,
You inspired this, I took glee from the worlds of joy you create,
So I thought, one last try, for the person who graces wherever she walks.

Promise me you’ll keep this, as a sign to always know, that you helped pull a kid out of the lion’s den, when he lost all hope to be saved. Promise me, you’ll try to see you as I do. And never forget the difference that you make, when the days are long and hard, and you think you have nowhere to turn, turn to your friends for backup, but also yourself, and you will have the strength to fight. I see it in you, and I would do anything to make you see it in yourself.

Thanks Iz, for showing me what strength is. I forgot I had it, until you cared. 

 

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Damir Udbinac commented on Sep 29, 2018 at 6:15pm
The one that hurt

 

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