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I Loved You (Anthology)

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1 - Three

When she said yes
That day, she didn't know

What she was saying yes
To - for her love
To reach a climax
Then fade away like
Effervescent bubbles of
Carbon dioxide on
The surface of
Cough medicine repackaged
As a sweet beverage.
It was never meant
To cure her sickness,
She realised; it wasn't healthy.
He was only a sweet beverage,
Nothing more, nothing less.
A beverage that had gotten too sweet
To consume alone, so
He gave some of his sweet-
ness away.

When she said yes
That day, she didn't know
What she was saying yes
To - for her love
To be reduced, shaved down
To small frames of
Fading memories and
Words and phrases she
Tried to make poetic, somehow.
(Because) she wanted to
Let go
But she couldn't
Let go.
She could only write her way
Into a better day,
When she would need these words
To remember what it felt like
Because she'd forgotten
Ever knowing the taste of
Love at all.

When she said yes
That day, she didn't know
What she was saying yes
To - for her love
To become just another
Passing event
To write about
On lined paper
With her pen.


2 - Favourite Book

I'm your yellow paged,
Dog eared book.
The one you've spent
So much time with,
You think you know me
So well.

You've memorised
All my notable lines,
The ups and downs
Of my plot line,
And broken my spine
So many times,
You've lost count.

You say I'm your
Favourite book -
The most interesting
Mystery novel
But my pages are
Tearing
And my covers
Are faded and worn.

You realise you
Don't know how to
Repair and
Recondition
A book
In my state.

So you set me aside
To be given away
Because, clearly,
I'm no longer
Worth keeping.

Instead, you
Pore over,
New titles at the
Bookshop,
Looking for a fine,
New book to make
Your own.

With an unbroken spine,
Clean, white,
Intact pages
And beautiful unwrapped,
Untouched covers -
A book waiting
For your love
To make them whole,
Even if it's just until
You reach
Their last page.


3 - Till Death

Hand in hand, we were
Going to walk down the aisle
Together,
With warm hearts, smiles
And hands.

But your hands are now cold,
Your face expressionless
And your heart stopped beating
Some time ago.

We'd wanted to
Grow old together
And now we're
Growing old together
In completely
Different ways.

Your body will
Decompose
Like rotten grapes,
While I will age
Like wine.

In place of a joyful
Wedding ceremony,
I will grieve
For days on end.

But even so,
Even now,
I will say to you,
"I do."

 

4 - Tell Me

 Tell me,
How do you stop
Loving
Someone?
Do you fill your
Heart with lead,
Freeze it with
Nitrogen
Dig out
The space
Reserved for that
One person
Or simply forget
They ever existed?

Tell me,
How did you stop
Loving me?
Because I
Don't know how
To stop
Loving you.

 

5 - Fingerprints

There’s a glass wall
Between us
And I’m not sure
If it was
You or
Me that
Put it there.

I place my hands on the glass,
Hoping you’ll see the prints
I leave behind
And that you will know
I was here
Missing you.

6 - Familiar Stranger

Hey there, friend. Do I
Know you at all? You seem so
Familiar, stranger.

Familiar stranger,
I don't know you anymore -
You're not welcome here.
 

7 - Acceptance

 You will never
Understand
My pain
Or my
Insecurities
And I've come
To realise,
That it's okay
Because you're
Not me.

I just...
Wish
You'd tried.

 

8 - Who Am I?

I don’t want to
But I do.
I forget who I am
And I forget who you are.
Who are we?
Did you forget too?
The people we were
Once before…

 

9 - Skin

She rubs hard
At her skin
In the shower,
Hoping to peel
Off the layers
And emerge as
A new person
She can actually
Love.

10 - Confused

The invisible lines were drawn
Between me and you.
We felt the same way –
Confused.
I spent my days and my nights
Face to face with my “lover”,
Pressing his buttons,
Writing stories we would never live,
While you spent half your time
Out at sea
Feeling alone and isolated
In a giant hunk of floating steel,
So you wrote to me,
Clinging to whatever it was
That we had.

 

11 - Three Plus

When she said, “It’s over,”
That day, she didn't know
What she was bringing an end
To - for her love
To be cut off from its
Oxygen supply completely.
The fraying rope was finally cut
And the crumbling bridge
Fell away from her feet.
There was no going back
To someone who could not love her.


(Still, she tried to hold on
To the remnant strands of rope -
Her feeble scraps of hope
They could still have a bond,
Rather than no-
thing at all.)

12 - My Dear Friend

12 years old:
Orientation -
Lonely free session
Full of strangers.
Crowded chess game
Of soon-to-be friends.

13 years old:
Differences found,
Acknowledged and
Accepted.
Getting closer.

14 years old:
Passing interactions,
Distant conversations,
Moving away and
Moving on.

15 years old:
Struggled for words
In a time of pain.
Struggled to hold
Together,
To hold hearts close.
Words left unsaid,
Emotions shed instead.

16 years old:
Rare visits
Like rays of sunshine
And breaths of fresh air,
Reminders of
The past.

17 years old:
Chaos and panic,
Vulnerable
And helpless.
A getaway car
In the form
Of a friend.

18-21 years old:

Occasional hellos,
Loving messages
Of “missing you”s
And dire

“Need to catch up”s.

22 years old:
Getting married
Today,
Only found out
Yesterday.
Bittersweet.

Love you.





I loved you.

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For the past couple of months, I've been writing about a recurring topic. :stare: One that didn't want to go away. :stare: I was sick of thinking about it and sick of writing about it. :stare: But now it has some use! :tardgrinn:  This anthology was formed to enter into MagicalJoey's Anthology Contest. ^^

The topic is "post-love". The poems involve mostly just my left over feelings and things I never said or expressed... However, although almost all of the poems were personal, they were not all about the same emotion, love or person - what I wanted to do was instead of focusing on me and my feelings, I wanted to make it more of an overview of what happens after a relationship ends and the sort of feelings one may feel. This is the reason for the way I've formatted the poems, starting with "Three" which serves as an insight to what the relationship was like, where the pain is still really fresh, transitioning to the center poems where there are few different types of loves and emotions explored there - the rollercoaster ride until "Three Plus" which is meant to reference coming-to-terms with the end of the relationship... before finally coming to an end with "My Dear Friend" to signify moving on.

The source poems can be found in NaPoWriMo2016 and MagicalJoey's Anthology Contest" as 11 out of the 12 poems were written during for this year's NaPoWriMo. I have also linked the extra poem I wrote for this anthology, "Three Plus" there as well.
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RockerByBaby's avatar
Your body will
Decompose
Like rotten grapes,
While I will age
Like wine.


for her love
To be cut off from its
Oxygen supply completely.
The fraying rope was finally cut
And the crumbling bridge
Fell away from her feet.

and skin and fingerprints were all some that stood out to me. Your writing is vastly evolving and shaping into a distinct face of its own. Reading your work is gradually helping me to remember what it was like to be this lover of poetry who I've forgotten over the frame of time of my downward spiral. Good job and thank you for that. :)