#sad poems
I remember a time when
I thought he would change
When I thought that my love
Would take his anger away
What a dangerous choice
I was willing to make
To sacrifice myself for a man
Who could never be saved
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I remember his hands
The way they held me so tightly
The way they let me go
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Thinking about how every love song or love prose or love poem is only ever written for just one person to read.
Even if it’s published in a book or printed in a magazine or posted on a blog. Even if it generates income or has a fanbase. Even if it’s carved on a pedestal, sung in concerts.
An open letter, free for all to read, addressed to just one. Only ever truly meant for one.
I’m just thinking
I was in a Comic Con in 2018, a billion years ago, where a really pretty Hufflepuff high fived me because I was wearing a Gryffindor scarf. There was this guy with a goddamn husky on his scooter who smiled at me through the window of my car. And that rockstar of a girl whom I met way back in 7th grade in a theatre workshop audition. I’ve never seen their faces again, probably never will.
Strangers are so easy to love. I know so little of them, but it’s still enough to remember. It’s like they’re frozen in those 5 seconds of life I shared with them. Maybe I’m frozen somewhere too? Backstage of a competition, in the background of somebody’s profile picture, the dance room of my old school, or maybe that road lined with dancing trees that I often lazily tread with my best friend.
Really makes you wonder if you leave the same mark on others as they do on you. If you’re the clumsy fool, the kind stranger, or the weirdo who they remember judging fleetingly. Because what is life if not the imprint of yourself you leave on the people of this world.
If no one remembers you living, were you even at all?
“I’ll lend you my soul in exchange of your hands”
“It wasn’t you who did the hurting, it was my high expectations”
“How I envy so the half of me, who lived before love’s due, who was yet to know of you.”
“But despite all the reasons I shouldn’t think of you, I still do”
“I wish I could go back to a time when I only believed good things about you”
“The secret is no one gets what they want without losing who they are”
“The truth is, I loved our love more than I loved you.”
“I never see things as they are, only what they could be. So, can you blame me when I look at you and all I see is love.”
“I just want to belong to someone. I’m tired of waiting.”
“Falling so madly in love with you is a tragedy. Nothing in my world will ever seem so beautiful again.”
“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”
“you are not your mistakes, you are not the brokenness you’ve felt”
“When I’m with you, love needs no explanation. It just is and we just are.”
“What do you think the meaning of life is?” she asked, staring up at the stars. “To love and be loved,” I replied.
“I’m not a complicated girl”, she laughed, “I just want to run away with you, rob a bank, fall in love and eat ice creams in Paris.”
