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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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literature

Fictional

It was the same road,

But a different direction.

It was the same words,

But a different intention.

When I look back

I find myself in contention

If all that ever was

my mind’s own creation.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

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