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Post Love

I am post love—

Free from the binds that held me tight

Released from the delusions of what might

have been.

I am post hurt—

Now I can see in plain sight

That I am strong and you are right

To let me go.

I am post you—

I now accept that I am day and you are night

Unburdened, my heart feels light

And buoyant once more.

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Lingering

There is a residual feeling

that lingers on my skin.

Like a limb that’s no longer there,

I still feel your hand

on the small of my back

Your thumb,

Drawing circles on my neck.

I am haunted by your touch.

The minute I leave your side,

I yearn for your warmth,

Your breath,

Your lips.

I close my eyes and

Savor everything that lingers

Until I see you again.

An Ode to The Little Prince’s Rose

I had but one rose

The only one I suppose

That I’d ever want to have.

When she first emerged

From her bud

A flood of beauty

Swept me from my feet.

What a thrill

But how to fill

Her vanity?

Fuss I did

I fussed all day

To make her stay.

I grew tired

Of her constant need

And yet I feed

On her radiance

On her fragrance

I should’ve run

Until I did.

But before I left

I saw her bereft

Of her thorns

And she said

With gentle sweetness

That my weakness

Was hers as well.

Many worlds

May unfold

But she was

And always will be

My only rose.

© 2018 Anj CP

*I’ve always been a fan of The Little Prince. I wanted to capture in this poem the complicated love story he had with his rose.

I’ve Fallen For You

It is too late for grand interventions;

I’m too far in to turn back now.

Don’t waste your breath

Dissuading me from my feelings;

Reminding me of every time I said

It would be my last time;

Pointing to your salt-crusted shoulder,

The one I’ve always cried on.

I can’t help it…I’ve fallen for you.

And you might think it’s a mistake.

But here’s the thing,

I already know it’s a mistake

I’m willing to make.

Blurred Lines

I thought it was very clear to us

Where we stood.

That we’d only be together

If it made sense.

If it were convenient for you,

And it was convenient for me,

We’d do lunch.

Or if you needed to talk

And I had some time to kill,

I’d listen to your stories.

But lately I’ve noticed,

I’d stay up later than I would have

To hear your voice on the phone.

Worse, I’d hop on a train without hesitation

To eat with you.

I don’t know if I’ve crossed the line

Or if that line is still there

Now that I wish handshakes became

Hands held.

A Different Ending

If our love were a book, We’d be on the first few pages

Where everything smells of 

Freshly opened packaging

With each page crisp

And immaculately white. 
But, oh, how I know

How this will all end

Because I’ve opened many 

Books such as this

And no matter how careful I am 

The binding bends.
Pages get torn, smudged, 

Folded and marked.

Words that started out so

Beautifully begin making 

Less and less sense.

And I lose my interest,

Never finishing till the end. 
I promise myself that next time

I’ll pick a better book. 

That I’ll try harder to finish

Until the very last page. 

Maybe I’m just an eternal hopeful. 

Or maybe, I just like opening new things. 

A Messy Aftermath 

This is thing…I saw this coming

A mile away.

And yet, I chose to stay

It was all for wrong reasons

Masked as good intentions

Because I couldn’t make

The decision to break

Things off.

Maybe it was for my mom’s sake

And the dog’s too

And my friends’ dreams

Of what might have seemed

Like #goals. 

Now that it’s over, 

How hard to sweep under

All the hearts that we broke.

Unfinished 

You are my unfinished story.
When I tried to get back to you, 

I found out that I had lost the thread 

Of my thoughts.

I had forgotten why I was pursuing this piece.

Now you are just a string of words

that for a time sounded interesting to me.

Ever Friends? 

Have I ever crossed your mind

Even for one full exhale? 

Have you ever thought

In the minutest way

That you could see me as more than

Our years of friendship? 

That you have a curiosity for me

Beyond the familiar? 

Because if you’re ever wondered, 

Let me make it clear that

You’ve been my mind’s sole occupant

For the longest time.

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