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
Make Room for Poetry 
Once Upon a Princess
For Princess Di
I dug deep into my stash of scratch paper for this poem. It definitely reflected my youth, and my obvious naivete. I was still young-ish when Princess Diana of Wales died tragically. She was a very popular princess, and even until now, when you search the word ‘princess’ on Google, her name would come out as the top suggestion. Though I never admitted it or showed support, I think I might have liked her (or the idea of her). After all, I was sad enough to make a poem in her memory. ‘Nuff said.
I saw her life flashed on TV
She blossomed into such beauty
I read her story on the daily
Ruined by her own family
I covered my ears when she
Was murdered by paparazzi
Truth ruined my fantasy
Of life in the lap of luxury
But then again…
If death is of certainty
I’d still rather be royalty.