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Te Odio Mi Amor
Te Odio
Maybe your not the best thing for me right now...
How will i complete this paper
when each minute becomes separated
from the endless succession of time
by a thought of you?
But when i close my eyes:
The way you place your cheek into
the cradle of your left palm and
scan over space with pensive, distant eyes,
as if searching for the precise words while speaking.
When will i finish my math homework
when i must run to find pen and paper
instead of taking an integral?
Desperately moving ink onto page
as the image and words spill out uncontrollably
for they must find expression before the next
heart beat passes.
Calculus can wait forever
While i pen this poem for you.
Perhaps i should stay away from you...
i grow furious at your unfailing chivalry
and sincere attentiveness when i speak;
it demands a Herculean will to restrain
the urge to kiss you in mid-sentence.
And so i am exhausted, continuously.
Damn it! Now a day without you
might as well be a year without rain,
or a lifetime without the curve of the moon.
Somehow i have let you become a
necessary part of my life
like music, poetry, and laughter.
Y por todas estas razones
a veces pienso que te odio
porque me haces sentir
que no puedo vivir sin ti,
pero siento que te quiero
cuando me disparas
cada nueva sonrisa,
ay, cuanto te quiero.