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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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If It Gives You Peace

Why do you feel the need to discredit me

To make our parting sound as though you had expected it from the start?

I came into this relationship with just as much fervor as you did.

Believe it or not, I had the highest hopes that ours would be the one to beat;

That ours would be the standard all our friends would be holding a candle to.

But now that I’ve finally accepted that it’s not working out for either of us,

I have to be the villain?

While I’ve realized it’s nothing that you did,

I also recognize that it’s nothing I did or didn’t do that caused the collapse.

It simply didn’t work out.

The fact that I struck the final blow that led to the demise of us didn’t make it any less painful for me,

Didn’t give me the satisfaction that you imagined I got.

But go ahead and assail my person if it’s your way of making sense of what had happened.

I’m just happy I didn’t waste more of our time.

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Forgotten

You’ve forgotten

And they’ve forgotten

And the world has moved on

And for your eyes, I moved on with it.

I laughed as if my shattered heart

Was finally mended.

I nodded along to all your stories

So that you wouldn’t feel obliged to be concerned

Or to talk about me in hushed tones.

But the truth is (and this I will never admit)

That I loved with all my heart and lost

And that is something that I will never forget.

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 off 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.

Piece by Piece

Curse by curse

I was striped and worn

‘Til I was thin enough

To be torn.

Punch by punch

I deserve each blow.

How was I know

Of my worth?

Breath by breath

Scrambling at thin straws

Satisfied with scraps

Of his love.

This is how

You found me down

Drowning in the well

Of my fears.

but…

Piece by piece

You restored in me

All the strength I though

I had lost.

Touch by touch

You have made me feel

That your love could heal

All my scars

Kiss by kiss

I began to see

The face in the mirror

Smile at me.

Piece by piece

I am whole once more

Ready to explore

Who I am.

Anjc815@2017

In Between

Did I need to be happier?

I certainly didn’t think so.

I honestly thought I couldn’t want

for anything more.

I went to where my feet took me;

Ate what my stomach told me;

Sang when my spirit moved me.

And then you came along

Like a stone on a paved path

Tripping my footing.

Now, I walk the line

between bliss and anguish

Never sure of where to stand.

AnjCP 2017

Love is a Many-Flavored Thing

When I began this compilation of love poems, I thought to myself, love really is a many-flavored thing. And being Filipino, where food rivals religion in importance, I think that many can relate. When you are in-love for the very first time, love hits you as sweet, sometimes puke-inducingly sweet, the kind even sweet-toothed people shy away from. At times, it can be salty too, especially after a recent fight, where your mouth swallows not only buckets of tears, but also oodles of snot from dramatic bouts of crying only soap opera stars can rival. And then there’s sour–the green, bile-like taste left in your mouth after catching your beloved twisting his neck over the cutie in the next table. And when love is finally lost, it leaves an undeniably, no-matter-how-many-times-you-brush, bitter taste in your mouth.But hey, that’s love for you…throw in everything you’ve got and you get the most wonderful,interesting, vile, exotic, pungent,unforgettable flavors. And what is life without its flavors?

 

Valentine’s Day (and I am Alone)

Walk away

There’s a disaster waiting to happen

Of a magnitude only the heartbroken

Will understand.

Look away

Avert your eyes from the carnage

A parade of lovers in their carriage

Taunting the bereaved.

Run away

But still, the stench of despair

Will follow you anywhere.

How long the day.

@2017 Anj CP

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