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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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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.

A Serious Setback

Plan B

It would’ve helped if I knew from the get-go

that I wasn’t the one you saw yourself with down the line.

You were the only plan I have…I had.

Resilient

I’ve swam deeper waters than this,

I’ve always found the shore.

I’ve tunneled out of darker holes,

healed from deeper cuts before;

climbed myself out of steeper cliffs,

skin to bone, my muscles sore.

Now my heart’s been badly broken,

thrown to fester in a moor,

I draw the strength of all my past

to find an open door.

I’ve worn and weathered many hurts

I’ll live through many more.

Like New

Do not dwell on your despair, my heart

Let not the scars

of battles lost

impede you from beating.

Let not the nightmares

that haunt your sleep

stop you from dreaming.

Let not the cuts

of promises broken

obstruct you from hoping.

One day, my heart,

you will find the one

worthy of your collection of

scars and dreams and cuts.

And while this seems farthest from what’s true

One day, you will feel like new.

Magnitude

I will love you again and again

For as long as I can.

I will fold space for you so that

I can love you in all dimensions.

I will love you in tessellations

With no gaps and no overlaps.

I will love you in all configurations

In all colorations.

So that wherever you are

And wherever I am,

You will never feel in want

Or in doubt

Of the constancy of my love.

First and Last

Let your face be the first thing I see

In mornings, bright and sunny,

Let it remind me of easy days

And holidays.

Beneath thunderstorms and dreary skies

Let me stare into your eyes

And find in them a steady bay

Where I can stay.

Amidst the grueling work week rush

As I toil and grind and mush

I will trust that I find my way

To your arms each day.

And as the sun surrenders to the moon

And darkness begins to loom

Let your kisses sweep me far away

In your arms, I end this day.

That’s Love

You know that feeling—

When you witness the soft light of the sun’s first rays,

Or the glorious pearl luminescence of the full moon

And it’s baiting you to take

That perfect Instagrammable shot

But you don’t take it…

You’re not even tempted.

Because there’s someone beside you

Who takes your full attention

And he’s the only one you want to

Share that moment with…

That’s love.

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