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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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Not An Easy Question to Answer

Together is Better

This is a tale

of a half that wasn’t

missing

and a whole that wasn’t

searching.

Happy it was, humming

the song that was in its head.

It lived its life not

in wanting;

And its days not spent

in waiting.

But once the half

came along,

the whole found

its old song

with new combinations,

exciting variations

of which it never sounded so.

Every note was the same,

but it leapt with a vigor

From where it didn’t know.

Apart they were good,

But together they were better.

A choice was then made

to be together forever.

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.

New Heart

If It Gives You Peace

Why do you feel the need to discredit me

To make our parting sound as though you had expected it from the start?

I came into this relationship with just as much fervor as you did.

Believe it or not, I had the highest hopes that ours would be the one to beat;

That ours would be the standard all our friends would be holding a candle to.

But now that I’ve finally accepted that it’s not working out for either of us,

I have to be the villain?

While I’ve realized it’s nothing that you did,

I also recognize that it’s nothing I did or didn’t do that caused the collapse.

It simply didn’t work out.

The fact that I struck the final blow that led to the demise of us didn’t make it any less painful for me,

Didn’t give me the satisfaction that you imagined I got.

But go ahead and assail my person if it’s your way of making sense of what had happened.

I’m just happy I didn’t waste more of our time.

Post Love

I am post love—

Free from the binds that held me tight

Released from the delusions of what might

have been.

I am post hurt—

Now I can see in plain sight

That I am strong and you are right

To let me go.

I am post you—

I now accept that I am day and you are night

Unburdened, my heart feels light

And buoyant once more.

Lingering

There is a residual feeling

that lingers on my skin.

Like a limb that’s no longer there,

I still feel your hand

on the small of my back

Your thumb,

Drawing circles on my neck.

I am haunted by your touch.

The minute I leave your side,

I yearn for your warmth,

Your breath,

Your lips.

I close my eyes and

Savor everything that lingers

Until I see you again.

Romancing the Undead

Oh to be in love with the undead is a tricky business

How do I wipe the cringe from my face every time you trace it with a cold finger? 

How do I hold your unblinking gaze?

How do I look unfazed when you stare at me with steely blankness?

But I love you beyond warmth, beyond life, beyond time 

And my singular hope is that this burning yearning, my passion unending is enough to bring the blush back to your cheeks, the warmth of your kisses on my neck, the longing in your loins. 

Until those dreams come true, I share my breath with you. 

© 2016 Anj CP

*A late Halloween-inspired love poem 😊

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