I don’t know how to be vulnerable, and I’m afraid to learn, afraid that I’ll find myself alone in this. What is love to someone who learned losing too early?
I am unaccomplished, unceremoniously flawed, basically, a dating hazard. I’m everything wrong you’ve been told about loving people. I say the wrong thing at the wrong time and I don’t know how to be anything else. I’m a tripping stuttering mess and the last person you wanna bet on. I will disappoint you, like I’ve disappointed everyone who’s ever believed in me, myself included.
I’m afraid I’ll break your heart unintentionally, that I won’t know how to apologize when I’m wrong, and I’ll dampen your excitement with my depression. If you were smart, you’d stay away from me. I’m a bad investment, I spend each moment thinking of ways to push people away, you will not be exempted.
I will love you in a way that’s inadequate, and blame you for not being enough. I will not be willing to stay, but will hate you for leaving.
Please don’t leave. Continue reading “The things I will say when I talk about love”
The first time I ever told someone I loved them, I didn’t mean it. It came out of my mouth before I could formulate a thought, and just like that, it was out there. Hanging in the air, adding yet another thing to the list of things we don’t speak about. It’s not that I didn’t love the boy I was saying it to, but it was not the kind of love punctuated by reckless I love yous filling the atmosphere of longing in the air. He was someone you hold while thinking of someone else, someone you are yet to meet. So he was one of the stops you make on the way to your soulmate, comfortable enough to stay, but for how long? Soon even the things you used to love won’t be enough. He’ll somehow always say the wrong thing, he doesn’t know better, nothing about him will feel right after some time.
The second time, I was convinced I meant it. I mean, there were feelings within me that seemed to not have names, so I called them love. Like the day he left in the middle of an argument and I spent the night curled up like a ball, chest heavy with everything that went unsaid between us. I remember waking up with him there and all I could feel was empty. Love will come out of you like a promise, a joke, and sometimes an apology. Never quite being the right thing. You never staying to find out exactly where it should be. You will call these I love yous goodbyes. Continue reading “The things I will say when I talk about love”
I have taught my heart many things in this life: to be still, to heal and to let go. What I have failed to do is teach it how to love. Here I am, standing on the verge of fear and uncertainty, looking at you and hearing echoes of a future, and it is my heart that finds itself at a loss. I learned pain and losing too young, love had not been familiar then, and so I clung to the pain because it was always there. When I met you, I wasn’t looking for anything other than a way to prolong the numbness my heart had become accustomed to. Even in our chats, I communicated detachment and told you with every word not to stay. Truth is, I was afraid you would refuse if I asked you to stay. I want you to stay. Continue reading “Dear you”
I wrote to my daughter and told her, don’t let them define strength for you
You’ve been wearing it like a second skin without their permission
I told her, love slowly
Reason with your heart
Honor those places within you where poetry resides
I haven’t seen you in weeks, and every moment, every memory still feels like it was just yesterday. Seems like it was just yesterday when you smiled at me from across the room. When you held me in your arms, and it felt intentional. Continue reading “Dear ex lover “
I only started this journey with you because a friend asked me to do 29 love poems as some sort of series for February. Says she nominated me because I write love so beautifully.
I wish this were true. I wish you and I were more than just strangers, always hearing of talks about one another in whispers. Continue reading “Dear love”
It seems like we always miss each other, our intentions are always at odds with our actions. We said too much and did too little, made promises that were not ours to keep.
The promise of forever was not ours to keep. Continue reading “The goodbye letter that I never sent”