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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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All This Time

I used to fill my days to the brim

Never giving a moment’s pause,

Ignoring your gentle tugging;

Your antics, always trying to

steer my attention; stealing what

Limited time I have to climb that

golden ladder with no end in sight.

Don’t you understand how precious

my time is and how

the softness of your lips;

Your warm breath on my ear;

Even your delicious sweat

Are all unwelcome distractions?

But now, how odd that what I thought

I didn’t have enough of, I have in such abundance;

Now I spend days hugging unwashed sheets;

Inhaling the scent from the clothes you left behind;

Remembering the words you breathed in my ear.

What will I do now with all this time?

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For All the Dreams You Make

There’s a road you want to cross

A ride you want to take

I offer you my hand

And all the dreams I make.

I know you have a list

Of things you want to see…

I don’t have all the answers

But you can have all of me.

I ask where’d you want to be

How high you’d want to fly?

I’m not here to hold you down

Let’s give this love a try.

And if you feel at times

The end is out of sight

I’ll be here to pull you through

I won’t go without a fight

Because I see in you

Much more that what you see

Someday you’ll know it too

Just put your faith in me.

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.

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

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.

Sense of Entitlement

Why do you feel entitled to my love?

You, who never made an effort beyond what was convenient? 

And now that I understand my worth, 

I’m supposed to jump hoops for the scraps you throw at me? 

Keep your love. And I’ll keep mine.

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?

 

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