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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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anjc815

I love writing short stories for my daughter, who, on the other hand, loves editing my work. I survive my full-time job by writing make-believe worlds and poetry on the commute to work and crafting on the weekends.

Thank You, Next!

This poem was inspired by a story I recently followed on Youtube about how the Ariana Grande’s song, Thank You, Next got made. I thought that maybe good breakups are possible, and that while a relationship may not have worked out, it doesn’t necessarily make the couple regret being in it.

So, without further ado, here it is! I hope you guys enjoy!

Thank You, Next

Thank  you

for showing me

how much I could love

another person.

I’m so grateful because you

stretched my patience

to breaking.

Otherwise, I would never had known that I had it

in me to go beyond myself.

Now, we’ve both grown out of our

spaces and it’s time to move on.

And while ours was not the one that

made it, I am looking forward to

loving once again.

And it’s all because of you.

So again, thank you.

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Our Cat Needs Closure

Me? I’m fine. Really.

But if there’s a karma god out there

watching over broken pets,

you better know what to say.

You broke our cat.

Every day, she walks around the house in a daze.

In want of an explanation

of why she’s no longer getting those

ear rubs, the kind that makes her purr.

Of why she’s no longer seeing two pairs

of legs under the dinner table.

Of why her sleep isn’t interrupted

by your stubby face buried on her belly.

She peers into my eyes with her head slightly tilted

waiting for an answer that I don’t have.

Maybe it’s time you tell her

what happened to us.

Not An Easy Question to Answer

Together is Better

This is a tale

of a half that wasn’t

missing

and a whole that wasn’t

searching.

Happy it was, humming

the song that was in its head.

It lived its life not

in wanting;

And its days not spent

in waiting.

But once the half

came along,

the whole found

its old song

with new combinations,

exciting variations

of which it never sounded so.

Every note was the same,

but it leapt with a vigor

From where it didn’t know.

Apart they were good,

But together they were better.

A choice was then made

to be together forever.

Of Food and Love

It is not an easy replacement

of food over love.

While desserts are a delight to my tongue

(and so has your kisses),

And soup can warm my belly

(as your hand on it can do),

food will never pay me a compliment

or stare at me deliciously.

Falling in love with food is a one-sided affair…

which is what ours has become.

Happy for You

To be frank, it took a while

for me to be the Bigger person,

to acknowledge that the

part I played in our destruction

may have been small,

but that maybe it ate at you,

chip by chip.

And for a time, I just got so

tired of picking up the pieces

of our brokenness and

sweeping them under the

rug of my shame—

my shame of never having

to keep things whole, to

see every love story

play out to its worst ending.

But once I allowed myself to be happy

that you had found the person

who steadied your intrepid heart,

I realized that I could rest easier at night,

knowing one less broken-hearted soul

and hoping that when I finally get it right,

it will have all been worth it.

Someday, I’ll Tell You My Story

I want to seem to have things figured out

so that it’s easy for you to run to me

without hesitation.

And before you even see my tears,

they’ve all dried out

so that I can offer you a sunny day

with conviction.

Even though I’m not as put together

as I’m perceived to be,

you’ll never have to face

that side of me.

Someday, when you’re okay

I’ll tell you my story.

Not because I want your pity,

but because everyone goes through

something.

We have our own cross to carry.

Love and Chaos

When you say,

“Let’s wipe the slate clean,”

does that mean

we throw everything away?

Because yes,

we made a mess.

But it was a fabulous riot

of proportions hard to forget.

So do we just let

all those go?

I say No.

No to keeping things all

neat and clean

and in boxes.

Every day, I uncover more of you.

As I go through your mess

and you go through mine,

I find more and more things

to love about us.

Yes to this ruckus.

A Serious Setback

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