Love

Love,

Maybe you were only supposed to be here for a fleeting time 

Those blackbirds that fly over East Coast waters

Dipping the tip of their wing into the waves 

For just a moment 

Before they’re gone with the wind; 

The same piece of ocean will never hold them again

 

Love,

You are my ephemeral flower

Always here, never to stay

My evanescent moon

At the slightest hint of clouds, you vanish into the night

 

Love,

Why don’t you sleep at night?

 

Love, 

You are my ebbing tide

So close, so far. 

 

Love,

No one ever told me I was beautiful the way you did

I feel as though you mean it

I whisper to myself in the mornings now

I am beautiful

I forgot what your voice sounds like but the feeling is still there

 

Oh Love,

I can’t stop questioning myself.

 

Love,

Why did you go?

How did you fade so quickly, so effortlessly?

 

Love,

How is it that I am so whole when you’re near and so hollow when you’re gone?

 

Love,

In loving me you have taught me to appreciate myself

You disappeared but the love I feel for myself stayed

 

Love,

I should be saying thank you

So thank you

Then again you danced out with the dawn, I didn’t even notice 

I was too in awe of the sunrise

 

Love,

Maybe I should hate you 

I don’t

 

Love, 

I could never hate you.

 

Love, 

The girl I see in my dreams

Ethereal being; vision of daylight

I named her Aurora

She floats on air

She never cries

She is prettier than me because she has sharper edges

I feel fragile in her presence 

If I am not enough now, 

Will I ever be?

 

Love,

I am water and earth

She is glass and bone

Why would they need me when they could have her?

 

Love,

Remind me who I am

I can’t remember     

I can only recall who I want to be

 

Love,

I might be a wreck 

But at least I am yours

 

Love,

My body is not my own 

I am made of you and them and her

 

Love,

I don’t feel like dancing anymore.

 

Love,

Dress up your trauma

Let the hurt crash over you until you can finally scream

I don’t want to love you anymore

 

Love,

Don’t go.

I promise I’ll be better

I’ll be smaller.

I’ll be prettier.

I can be more like her

 

Love,

I’ll dim myself down until I can fit into your cookie-cutter heart perfectly

I’ll be exactly who you want me to be

I’ll make you see whatever you want to see

 

Love,

I will not cry.

You always tell me I break too easily

 

I’m sorry, Love.

I am waiting for the day you crawl back to my doorstep.

Even though you have left me broken and bent in the rain,

I will wrap you in my arms and love you with all that I have left.

 

Love,

I will be patient; because you are worth waiting for.

You can make me feel so perfect

But Love, 

You can make me feel so foreign

 

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