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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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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.

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.

First Date, Last Date

Heart in my hand, My stomach clogs my throat.

Head’s not resting between my shoulders.

It has gone far away, shaking its gray matter

As it stares

At the sorry state that I am in.

And all because I stayed in front

Of the door you closed on my face.

Now, instead of your soft lips,

My cheek rests on wood.

Grain mixes with wet salt.

I will my feet to walk away

But it is jelly on your paved doorstep.

What a night.

AnjCP 2017

False Memories

On our first date, you leaned over to kiss me. I tiptoed and tilted my head up to kiss you.

On our first anniversary, you sent me a bouquet of tulips. I reserved a fancy restaurant and paid for the bill.

On Valentine’s day, you got on your knees and proposed. I asked you where our relationship was going.

Why is it that I remembered us differently?

And now that I am able to separate what’s real from my created reality,

I realize there’s nothing to save because the best part of us was me.

AnjCP 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

Obviously

I feel a tickle down my spine

Each time

I catch you looking at me

As if I were someone interesting

It gets me thinking

If there’s more to me

Than what I see

I feel a bit feverish, I must admit

When your touch lingers a bit longer

Than what is proper

As if I were a sexy nymph

Is that what you think?

I giggle like I’m bubbly champagne

When your attention never wanes

Or waivers when I speak

Like you can’t keep

Your hands away

Like you’ll stay

By my side for always

Forever.

© 2016 Anj CP

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