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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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love quotes

Always Lying

I say I still love you

And you say you still love me.

But we are always lying.

Sometimes it’s me

And sometimes it’s you

But we both pretend we believe

so that we don’t hurt each other.

Someday our lies

Will catch up to us

And then who will we lie to?

Eternal Hopeful

I have this long standing belief,

In spite of all previous experiences to the contrary

That love will find me again

Except this time, it will blossom into a garden where now only lies dry soil

And it will be overflowing enough for everyone to get a share and come home with their own love to pass around.

So while I momentarily grieve each broken heart,

I remain steadfast in the hope that the next one will be that kind of love.

Fixing an Unbroken Heart

I tried fixing your heart

and you let me.

Out of kindness, I suppose.

Who knows?

But upon careful examination,

My unfavorable conclusion

Is that your heart’s not broken.

It just doesn’t beat for me.

Your Face is a Poem

Your face is a poem.

With eyes that dance to a meter,

and lips that speak in rhyme.

I sometimes understand you.

But mostly, I find you open to interpretation.

That is your secret,

and I am endlessly fascinated.

Never Ready

I’ve dry-cleaned the gown that I’ll wear in that surprise party you said you’d throw me one day.

And I’ve packed my suitcase just in case we finally make it to that trip you’ve promised.

I’ve brought my boots out if you ever think of going on that hike.

Our list is getting longer, but not my patience.

I’m so ready for you to be ready.

At An Angle

At a certain angle, our love looks smooth and perfect.

But up close, it is lines crashing upon each other,

Edges jutting out,

Sharp and dangerous.

It is not the kind that will survive scrutiny.

Troubling

The trouble with me is that I trouble with you.

Who knew of the trouble the two of us could brew?

I didn’t have a clue of what trouble could ensue

when I add a bit of me and you add a bit of you

Oh the tangles I undo when its trouble I pursue.

Until You Figure Things Out

Someday you’ll realize who pours the coffee when you yawn;

Or who always has a dry sleeve for you to cry on.

Who opens the door when you need a place to crash in;

Who cheers the loudest when you stand up to sing.

In time you will know this poem was for you;

And also this shirt, because I know you love blue.

But until them I am in this precarious state

I hold my heart by a string, awaiting its fate.

I deserve more than your kindness, but kindness will suffice.

When you do figure out where I stand, please be nice.

Unraveled

red-thread

I am a wound ball of string, but with your slightest touch,

I fall and unravel.

A single slip and I am back to untangling

the mess that you make of my heart.

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