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Oct 2014 Shmabby

Love is...

Oct 2014 Shmabby

Esther Pang Hui Min

Love is patient,
It willingly waits,
Accommodating the pace,
of others,
it is never in a haste.

Love is kind,
It provides support for the long haul,
even in the heaviest downpours.
It appreciates the efforts others make,
However small.

It does not envy, it does not boast.
It exudes humility wherever it goes.
Love is not proud,
"I" is never what it's about.
Love is not rude,
even when it's in a foul mood.

It is not self-seeking,
It does not fight for rights.
Love is not easily angered,
It does not stir up fights.

It keeps no records of wrongs.
Love is forgiving.
It is always protecting,
rather hurting itself than hurting another.

It is always trusting, hoping and persevering even
when the person repeatedly does the wrong thing.
Love never fails.

This is the love that I have.
The love bore to me in death.
When you died on that cross,
You paid the cost.

And now, I'm no longer lost.

Inspired by 1 Corinthians 13, it is used to describe Christ's love for us.

#christianity

Oct 2014 Shmabby

THIS WAS TITLED WITH YOUR NAME

Oct 2014 Shmabby

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THIS WAS TITLED WITH YOUR NAME

my throat is a forest fire,
a burning map that never leads to
'the depths of virginia'

your hands are made of water,
icy cold and haunting and
I don't know what else to say except
"please"

I sometimes think that we should have a history book
rewritten with our names, because I'll be ******* if
we are not rewarded for the way we forget about our past

I WONDER IF WHAT WE TALK ABOUT AFTER MIDNIGHT
HAS ANY IMPACT ON THE WAY YOUR HEART BEATS AND IF
IT DOES IS IT WATERED DOWN BECAUSE OF BEFORE
AND I WANT TO KNOW IF MY WORDS HAVE THE SAME
EFFECT ON YOU AS YOURS ON ME AND I WANT TO SWIM
in the James River and forget how to sway my limbs around to float

this is not a love poem
this is not an "I miss you, come back" poem
this is a confession
this is a love letter
written on the palms of my hands because I know
you'll never get over how badly they shake

maybe I'm confused or lovesick or homesick
for a home that can only be found inside of warm chests
but I needed to write this for someone, for myself

maybe my questions don't need answers,
maybe they just need to be heard.

Oct 2014 Shmabby

the first and last love poem

Oct 2014 Shmabby

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the first and last love poem

If you see her again before I do, tell her the way she left left me shaking like a winter windchime;
the song too frozen to melt on her tongue.
I am scared of all her moving on.
The only serious love poems I write are about the same person who hides God in her hair and shows me the lingerie she bought while I try to unfog my glasses to look at her straight.
I am too convinced that she is made up of lines that lead straight to my firework skin. There has been too many explosions here.
The only way to deal with missing you is to tell you and wait and see if you feel the same. Or novacane.
I imagine you taste like an acid trip... all conspiracy theories and sugary words too sober to ever speak.
If you see her again before I do, tell her that I am a mess without her. That my mind only settles with her tear-stained cheeks and the only way I can see the ocean in the winter in Canada is to look into her eyes.
I am scared that I am being overdramatic.
I want to rub our wrists together so we can trade scars.
Tell me the story of how you met your best friend and I'll tell you the story of how I fell out of loving my mother.
I would rather listen to you ramble than check the time.
If you see her again before I do, tell her that on the way home from her arms I counted 1200 streetlamps, 13 lovers, 3 liquor stores and 72 shakes of my knees.
Tell her I miss her like Frances misses Kurt. Like dive bars miss blues music.
When I see you again, lover, I'll tell you that when you told me your name two years ago, I was surprised that it wasn't Love.

Oct 2014 Shmabby

light

Oct 2014 Shmabby

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light

the problem with us is that I have always loved you like you were leaving,
always left the door unlocked, like you might stagger into bed drunk with a few
different names on your tongue
in the spaces between breath, I love you, I love you
in the out breaths, I love you, I love you
in the inhales, I love you, I love you
maybe someday, I say when you're not looking
when you're not looking I think about how we have never looked out the same window twice
how it keeps me awake, that you and I will never be more than a story told to children
about the dangers of loving without breathing and breathing without sleeping,
I'm not sorry I lose sleep over you
the only thing apologetic about me is my mouth
and also my hands
and also my heart.
the problem with us is that you never believe me when I say that you deserve so much more
than lately
I'll go to my grave thinking you deserve firework eyes over dinner tables and hands
that hold more than they shake
you deserve a girl who is not more hero than honest
you deserve more than a good storyteller
the problem with us is that we settle for half way, never look both ways before crossing the street,
never care enough to anticipate a red light
you don't know the color of my eyes
some days I'm convinced the light's gone from them,
some days I'm convinced it's in your hands.

Oct 2014 Shmabby

dreary

Oct 2014 Shmabby

moonlit

dreary

his voice coursed through my mind
over and over,
keeping me awake,
like warm coffee pumping through my veins
on a chilly winter morning,
sending shivers down my spine.

Oct 2014 Shmabby

Untitled

Oct 2014 Shmabby

moonlit

Untitled

my lips are aching for your lips
i wish to intertwine ours in the most romantic way
leaving both of us equally breathless.
i wish to show you in every way possible
just how crazy i am
for you.

Oct 2014 Shmabby

20 Texts I Almost Sent You (continued)

Oct 2014 Shmabby

moonlit

20 Texts I Almost Sent You (continued)

are you doing well? i hope you are.
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christmas is coming up. all i really wanted was to spend it with you.
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it's becoming increasingly difficult to rest without your soft breaths to lull me to sleep.
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every single poem i've written in the last two months has been about you.
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i hear your laugh in mine, sometimes.
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your voice is the only thing that occupies my mind now. you've taken me over completely.
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i'm not sure if you broke my heart or if i broke my own heart by letting you in.
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do you write about me like you used to?
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remember when we watched the great gatsby together? i still look at you like gatsby looked at daisy.
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you mean everything to me. you always have.
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i hate that i can't stop loving you. why was it so easy for you to stop loving me?
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you are my augustus waters.
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in the famous words of kate moss: "you're in my veins, you ****."
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i am always wanting to start a conversation with you, but never knowing how to start it.
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i think i love you more than i did before. i'm sorry it took us to separate for me to realize that.
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i am in tears while writing this. it seems that whenever i think about you my eyes betray me.
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i am still trying to figure out where we went wrong.
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i had expected to feel bitter after you left. all i feel is nostalgic.
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despite everything, i honestly hope you are happy.
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i think i'll always get butterflies when i think about our first kiss. i'll always get butterflies
when i think about you, and what we used to have.
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Oct 2014 Shmabby

if i should have a daughter

Oct 2014 Shmabby

moonlit

if i should have a daughter

i will not fabricate the world and i will not lie about the people in it either. i will warn her about the boy across the street with hands like fire and kisses that will melt you into a parallel universe. i will inform her about the very first day her demons say hello to her and i will teach her how to fight them. if she should ever feel broken i will promise her that she is not irreparable and duct tape goes a very long way. i will tell her to look before she falls because inside every boy is a black hole and sometimes they let you fall into it. i will remind her everyday of how beautiful she is because i was never told that growing up and well, look where that got me. if i should have a daughter i will raise her the right way - i will tell her everything my parents never told me because there is nothing worse than waking up one day and realizing you have been lied to your whole life.