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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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All This Time

I used to fill my days to the brim

Never giving a moment’s pause,

Ignoring your gentle tugging;

Your antics, always trying to

steer my attention; stealing what

Limited time I have to climb that

golden ladder with no end in sight.

Don’t you understand how precious

my time is and how

the softness of your lips;

Your warm breath on my ear;

Even your delicious sweat

Are all unwelcome distractions?

But now, how odd that what I thought

I didn’t have enough of, I have in such abundance;

Now I spend days hugging unwashed sheets;

Inhaling the scent from the clothes you left behind;

Remembering the words you breathed in my ear.

What will I do now with all this time?

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.

That’s Love

You know that feeling—

When you witness the soft light of the sun’s first rays,

Or the glorious pearl luminescence of the full moon

And it’s baiting you to take

That perfect Instagrammable shot

But you don’t take it…

You’re not even tempted.

Because there’s someone beside you

Who takes your full attention

And he’s the only one you want to

Share that moment with…

That’s love.

Blurred Lines

I thought it was very clear to us

Where we stood.

That we’d only be together

If it made sense.

If it were convenient for you,

And it was convenient for me,

We’d do lunch.

Or if you needed to talk

And I had some time to kill,

I’d listen to your stories.

But lately I’ve noticed,

I’d stay up later than I would have

To hear your voice on the phone.

Worse, I’d hop on a train without hesitation

To eat with you.

I don’t know if I’ve crossed the line

Or if that line is still there

Now that I wish handshakes became

Hands held.

Moving Forward

We spend holidays and birthdays and weekends together 
You pick me up from home, even during the worst weather 

When we walk, you never get tired of holding my hand 

Maybe by now its foolish to ask where I really stand 

You finish my sentences and I finish your salad 
I write you poetry and you sing me ballads

But still I’ve bitten my tongue to the point that it’s numb 

Just to stop myself asking since it might sound a bit dumb. 

I know your entire family tree, and you know mine 
And I’m sure someday you’ll confess given enough time

I’m a smart girl, I just need the words I suppose

Do you mind speeding things along and finally propose?

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