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One More Time with Feeling (2016) dir. Andrew Dominik
The entire poem is at www.iainsthomas.com
Every Word You Cannot Say is my first major poetry/prose project since I Wrote This For You. It’s about about my own personal struggle with depression. I’ve tried to write down both how I feel during certain situations and what I wish I could say to myself in those moments.
Throughout the book, I’ve used red and blue to try and signify these two places within me, the part that’s depressed, and the part that’s trying to find a way out of it.
More than that, it’s about how we don’t ever really say the things we need to, to each other, or ourselves. I don’t think the book will solve that, but it might make someone feel less alone and maybe that’s important right now. It comes out in 2019. I hope you read it.
You are alone now and the curtains are drawn and the sun is shining outside and you will not see it for days.
You are alone now and trying to be stronger than you have any right to be.
You are alone now and waiting for the moment when even though you are alone, you do not feel it as much.
You are alone now and looking for a way through the grass and the reeds and the ghosts and the sound of the crickets and the sight of me leaving.
You are alone now and haunted by the past and what was and what could be.
You are alone now and wondering where the time went and who it went with.
You are alone now and your fingers are alone and your breath is alone and now you can get everything you wanted to do done and tick everything off the magic list you said you had, the one you said will eventually make you happy.
You are alone now and trying to define the exact moments you miss, the slow movement of someone else’s hand across your skin that you keep coming back to.
You are alone now and your hand touches empty air when you move it, to remember.
You are alone now and now you can do everything you couldn’t do with me, except be with me.
Because I am alone now, too.
Ok - the first person to get to a Costco and take a picture with the new I Wrote This For You book, and tag me in it, wins a -complete- set of 12 of these signed, numbered art cards. I’ll also randomly send a set to whoever likes this on Instagram - winners announced at the end of the week. 🖤📖
“Making love was never about you and me in a bed. We made love whenever we held hands.”
— Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You
It’s been almost 2 days since she held me, said I love you or kissed me. If this has to be my forever, I want to die right now.