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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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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.

Resilient

I’ve swam deeper waters than this,

I’ve always found the shore.

I’ve tunneled out of darker holes,

healed from deeper cuts before;

climbed myself out of steeper cliffs,

skin to bone, my muscles sore.

Now my heart’s been badly broken,

thrown to fester in a moor,

I draw the strength of all my past

to find an open door.

I’ve worn and weathered many hurts

I’ll live through many more.

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.

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.

Magnitude

I will love you again and again

For as long as I can.

I will fold space for you so that

I can love you in all dimensions.

I will love you in tessellations

With no gaps and no overlaps.

I will love you in all configurations

In all colorations.

So that wherever you are

And wherever I am,

You will never feel in want

Or in doubt

Of the constancy of my love.

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.

Forgotten

You’ve forgotten

And they’ve forgotten

And the world has moved on

And for your eyes, I moved on with it.

I laughed as if my shattered heart

Was finally mended.

I nodded along to all your stories

So that you wouldn’t feel obliged to be concerned

Or to talk about me in hushed tones.

But the truth is (and this I will never admit)

That I loved with all my heart and lost

And that is something that I will never forget.

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