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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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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.

Shall We Begin This?

You’re the almost to my maybe

The missed boat to my open sea

The one risk I haven’t had the chance to take

The best decision I have yet to make.

Timing can ruin even the best songs

One misstep can lead to all sorts of wrongs

But what’s a song if it’s not sung?

And what is us if we haven’t even begun?

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.

Sticking to Simple Dreams

I know we’re in the middle of a world’s that’s gone and flipped itself over,

and I can’t make heads or tails of things beyond me.

So I’m sticking to this simple dream–

I just want someone to kiss hello,

and to blow kisses goodbye.

Shared Air

We are a tumble of breaths,

Each not knowing where one starts and one ends.

with your every inhale, my ribs are pulled in,

And in my every exhale it is your breath I smell on me,

We are so close, we share the same air.

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.

Love Post Quarantine

Maybe we’ll share coffee again someday

in our favorite cafe.

And maybe we’ll hold hands, we’ll see.

Just the thought of it makes me giddy.

Maybe I’ll stare into your actual eyes

and not the screen.

Someday I’ll wake up

and know you’re not a dream.

It might soon, but maybes lie

But I still hope, don’t ask me why

Or when or how

But when this is through,

I will see you.

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