I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really.
Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.
Because it's the halves that halve you in half.
I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits;
the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
I do not know the technical name for this poem, nor did I right it. It is read aloud by the character Anna in the movie Like Crazy, so the credit for this poem I suppose, is due to the writer of the movie script. I think it is absolutely beautiful and hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 5:31 PM UTC
I thought I understood it, that I could grasp it, but I didn't, not really.
Only the smudgeness of it; the pink-slippered, all-containered, semi-precious eagerness of it.
I didn't realize it would sometimes be more than whole, that the wholeness was a rather luxurious idea.
Because it's the halves that halve you in half.
I didn't know, don't know, about the in-between bits;
the gory bits of you, and the gory bits of me.
I do not know the technical name for this poem, nor did I right it. It is read aloud by the character Anna in the movie Like Crazy, so the credit for this poem I suppose, is due to the writer of the movie script. I think it is absolutely beautiful and hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
