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”
So, here we are again, back in the same place I’ve never wanted to be with you. Back to false hopes and wishful thinking. I had a dream about you last night, about us rather. It felt so real, until I woke up and the loneliness hit me like a tidal wave. Swept me up into a sea of confusion and, I’ve always been a bad swimmer. Continue reading “Dear you”
To write you out on these pages, would be admitting that you’re gone. And I never wanted to say goodbye to you in poetry. Never wanted to leave traces of your absence between all these figures of speech.