Monthly Archives: June 2014

I Love Him, But Apparently I Don’t Know What That Is

You told me to describe him,My “so-called ‘first love’”As you called itWhich I found to be quite a hardshipBecause the transformation of feelings into wordsIs a difficult one to initiate I tried to characterize the rate of my ever-changing heartbeat—Each … Continue reading

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Just Another Love Poem

The very first day I met you I discovered that you’re a cold glass of water on a hot day A work of art among piles of data A flower growing in a garden of weeds— Refreshing You are a … Continue reading

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Tu Me Manques

It’s 3am and sleep is a strangerMy hands are crying out in anguishAnd keeping my ears awakeBecause they miss the feeling of entangled fingers You really spoiled me, you knowBecause now I find it hard to become prey to the … Continue reading

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I use the word forever like other ships use anchors

Originally posted on Cecilie K.:
It frightens me that I love you so much I will hold your hand and support you through any road you take even if it leads away from me. There are ways I have loved before,…

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Sorry, I’m A Trainwreck

No I’m sorryI can’t accept the damn compliment And you can tell me all day long that it’s trueThat I’m beautifulAnd amazingAnd perfectBut I’ll only laugh at youBecause you just don’t know Have you ever searched for salvationAnd ended up … Continue reading

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Extraordinary

I always wanted to be something lovelySomeone poets would write aboutWith their flowing language and flowering imagery:A museThe girl having a love affair with the moonRadiantLost with no interest in being found A wandererI wanted to be known as the … Continue reading

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Master of Disguise

One thing I remember about you Is that your favorite childhood game was pretend.That’s all you ever wanted to play.Something about that attracted you didn’t it?Being someone other than yourselfIt makes sense. Ten years later and you hadn’t stoppedYou had … Continue reading

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