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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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How It All Ends

You didn’t read how our story ends

Even though it was your hand that wrote it.

Maybe you pictured yourself a hero

and I didn’t need saving.

Maybe you saw yourself kind

and I didn’t need kindness either.

But someday, when you figure out

how to love in earnest,

You’ll open up our book and read til the very end

And know that I never said it was all your fault.

Until You Figure Things Out

Someday you’ll realize who pours the coffee when you yawn;

Or who always has a dry sleeve for you to cry on.

Who opens the door when you need a place to crash in;

Who cheers the loudest when you stand up to sing.

In time you will know this poem was for you;

And also this shirt, because I know you love blue.

But until them I am in this precarious state

I hold my heart by a string, awaiting its fate.

I deserve more than your kindness, but kindness will suffice.

When you do figure out where I stand, please be nice.

Unraveled

red-thread

I am a wound ball of string, but with your slightest touch,

I fall and unravel.

A single slip and I am back to untangling

the mess that you make of my heart.

Where to Stash My Trash

I am in the midst of moving to a different house so I have to endure packing my things away. There is an upside though–I get to unearth the piles of things that I have forgotten I owned. Some discovered items are cleaned and lovingly stored away again, while others go to the “DONATE” or “TRASH” bins. However, no matter how much I convince myself to throw or donate more items than I repack, I find it difficult to get rid of some stuff (specifically, paper with scribbles of writing on them). I have found bits of paper with short poems on them, receipts with a paragraph of a story, paper bags with words that sounded interesting when strung together. I have amassed a lot of drafts, and frankly, I’m afraid to throw even just one scrap of paper for fear of losing an important thought. In the meantime, I am storing some of my works in my tablet. Maybe having a digital copy will make it easier for me to let go of my paper stash…maybe. I wonder what others do with all their drafts?

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