Love poem #2
I'm doing a series of love poems, some particular to my experiences but others just a fictional feeling I want to convey. The first was "A poem in a thousand words" but that was before I realized I wanted to do a series. I will label the rest for this series just by #. Please enjoy and I hope each poem can reach a person who feels as if they've experienced that type of love before, whether it was mutual, one-sided, heartbreaking, beautiful, forbidden, etc. etc. Enjoy!
I am consistently myself with every new person I meet
Seeking out their memories and laughter
Please tell me about your dreams?
Please come sit with me?
Please search for small trinkets with me and let me explore your mind?
I leave small pieces of me around for them to pick up and turn in their hand, contemplating my truth
I show them my affection in all the same ways I showed you
The ways that go beyond my body and its deepest parts
I show them the far more intimate
My insecurities, my fears, my nonsensical thoughts
I even sometimes say stupid, hurtful things to show them how I am flawed too
And though I believe they will wince and withdraw
They only pull up their sleeve and show me their heart too, just as soft and tender
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If you ever come back around, they’ll say I’m the same person that you knew
Maybe even the one you fell in love with
But we never got to the part where we pulled up our sleeves and showed our hearts
So I do not know for sure
I will just consistently be myself, and maybe be so lucky to find another you
About the Creator
Cassie G
Attempting poetry and storytelling
A Failed Artist, A Disillusioned Poet, An Underpaid Game Show Host
I took my son and niece to Gori, a small town in Georgia where Joseph Stalin was born. They talked me into visiting the Stalin's Museum, the largest in the post-Soviet space. I had resisted going there because I just can't stand the monster and know enough about him, or so I thought.
By Lana V Lynx6 days ago in FYI
Comments (1)
So heartwrenching. Love is pain and beauty all in one.