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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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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.

Love and Chaos

When you say,

“Let’s wipe the slate clean,”

does that mean

we throw everything away?

Because yes,

we made a mess.

But it was a fabulous riot

of proportions hard to forget.

So do we just let

all those go?

I say No.

No to keeping things all

neat and clean

and in boxes.

Every day, I uncover more of you.

As I go through your mess

and you go through mine,

I find more and more things

to love about us.

Yes to this ruckus.

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.

Running Circles

You have been running after me,

and I’ve been running after you.

It’s always been this crazy chase

a race made for two.

I’ve been growing tired

But to stop, I’m afraid to do.

What if you are running away

And I’m just chasing after you?

Almost There

We are standing on the precipice

of something truly spectacular.

The compelling anticipation is

almost too much to bear.

And eyes have seen and lips have spoken

a future both bright and quite fragile

So I must wait with steadfast faith,

with deliberate care.

I picture your face as I draw breaths,

willing patience as you to come to the

inevitable conclusion of which

I am fully aware.

We are a union made to exceed

the vastness of all universes.

Take my hands, hold my heart, dear

Let me take you there.

Remembering

For the beautiful stories you’ve woven

through your words and works of art;

For the people whose days have been

brighter because of you—thank you!

It is late, and how I feel I’ve been robbed,

by your passing

because you shared your light,

even when at times you had very little

to keep for yourself.

*A brief pause from my usual love poems to say thank you to those who have left the world all too quickly.

Before Anyone Else’s

This was our bench

in the middle of the park

where I’d lay on your lap,

reading a book

as you shielded my eyes

from the sun.

This was our tree

where you carved our initials.

You’d strum your guitar

and I’d hum along

as we shared sandwiches

and wishes.

This was our bed

with your sweat and saliva

on the pillow.

I’d bury my nose in it,

your scent made me

dizzy with delight.

This was our life

and it was just ours

before it was any one else’s.

Once upon a time,

I had your heart

before it was any one else’s.

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