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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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Not An Easy Question to Answer

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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.

New Heart

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.

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.

First and Last

Let your face be the first thing I see

In mornings, bright and sunny,

Let it remind me of easy days

And holidays.

Beneath thunderstorms and dreary skies

Let me stare into your eyes

And find in them a steady bay

Where I can stay.

Amidst the grueling work week rush

As I toil and grind and mush

I will trust that I find my way

To your arms each day.

And as the sun surrenders to the moon

And darkness begins to loom

Let your kisses sweep me far away

In your arms, I end this day.

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.

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