#lovenotes
Love never promises you
endless happiness,
that's an assumption.
Love only promises you
a myriad of intense emotions.
Feb 11, 2024
Feb 11, 2024 at 12:40 AM UTC
The Paradox Of Love -
you have to be STRONG
enough to FIGHT for love
And SOFT enough
to SURRENDER
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 11:03 AM UTC
I keep my poems about you in my drawer.
For, my feelings are stitched into pieces
as delicate as the fabrics I adorn.
Should I free them from the wooden box?
It’s easier to tuck my written infatuations between my worn socks.
Should I cover them up like clothes I use
to cloak my skin?
Tends to be it’s scarier to bare your soul
than your flesh.
So I hide secret love letters
among cheaply sown mesh—
long sleeves, cropped tank tops,
skirts, and pants;
All the clothing one could think up.
Too scared to seem foolish,
but I truly am head over heels.
Thus, I stay on the brink of becoming bold enough to tell you all that I feel,
or playing it cool;
and keep pushing all that stuff down deep in
my dresser.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:17 PM UTC
Let me
Not deceive
You
With
A forever kind
Of love,
But,
I can commit to
Love you
For a lifetime.
I can commit
To love you
Till my last breath.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 1:29 PM UTC
Your voice forms the bricks
Of a well built home.
It holds in warmth on a hot day
And stores heat on the cold days.
Your voice is a shelter
One that thunderstorms should fear.
Regardless of strength.
Once it dissolves.
Embers of warmth
Still reside within the bricks.
When you speak,
I find that I am home.
A place I am whole.
A place I am safe.
I always know where you are.
Even with both eyes closed.
Between the mortar of bricks
I find your breath
And lay my head beside yours.
The walls a rich tapestry
Framed in communication,
Filled with your breath and pulse.
I live in your marrow.
My every forgotten dream
Rested and remembered.
Your voice forms the bricks
Of this well built home.
Reminding me
That love. Is not just a word
Sep 18, 2024
Sep 18, 2024 at 11:06 AM UTC
in a downpour of rain.
the world fades away in a flash
of white.
the rain slants and drizzles,
Beginning to fill the gaps of potholes.
And crooked cracks left empty
against the pavement.
the drivers behind
the wheels of their cars
turn their windshield wipers
on high, to no avail.
Their wipers constantly beaded
down, covered white.
Fading away.
the downpour is too heavy.
the rain is too heavy.
It's thuds bead down
against the metal car roofs.
my heart too sways in the wind.
Pinged and drenched,
caught in the downpour of how your
heart's whispers have turned to screams.
rain-soaked tears unveiled to fill the
gaps of all things missing.
including the distance between you and I.
Soon, I too will errupt and overflow.
Fading away in a flash of white
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 6:54 PM UTC
I come to life when you touch me
Fluent & continuous.
You've unzipped my lips and tossed
them to the side.
I've never fallen &
been caught so freely.
I've never paid attention to how
flat the world really was.
A jagged peninsula
Eloped in oceans embrace
Curved in explosion.
Sometimes it feels like I am
Drowning.
I've never paid attention to how
flat the world really is
Chipped off, covered by you
falling deeper into you
Jun 11, 2022
Jun 11, 2022 at 6:38 PM UTC
You will hear
many definitions
of love,
You have your own version
once
you're in love
Apr 17, 2022
Apr 17, 2022 at 8:12 AM UTC
loverboy,
I cannot remember the last time I looked into your eyes without imagining a
blue-sky Sunday coffee type of day.
The type of day where I sit by my window and yearn for an exit outside of the hole I’ve fallen into.
I’m sure you didn’t mean to do it.
It was I who dug a hole and covered it with leaves thinking you’d fall into it just as I had.
I remember how you didn’t even turn around to face me as I tumbled down and under.
You didn’t even hear me fall.
Don’t worry, I don’t blame you.
I used to play with a fire too hot to hold. I still do.
I let it burn right through me with hopes that you’d see.
Apparently I was so bright that I blinded you.
You couldn’t see
Why couldn’t you just see me?
It’s not that hard, dear lover boy. I didn’t just rip out my heart,
I carved it out from my unwilling body
because it beat only for you.
It was useless in my own self. Why didn’t you just take it?
Offered right here on a silver plate
It beat for you.
It’s all right.
It’s all my fault
Covered in autumn leaves, the gaping hole inside me wasn’t big enough for you to fall through and return the very ***** I entrusted to you.
I don’t blame you.
I’m sorry.
-lovergirl
May 6, 2020
May 6, 2020 at 1:30 AM UTC
when he moves
the same way the bow moves across the strings
he’s harmonizing with your ecstasy
let him be the lightening in your background
while plays on you
lays on you
trumpets and blows you . . .
... caressing you
with the tips of his fingers
let them linger
over and through
your love notes.....
keep playing for her
laying on, her
strum her pain with your craft
let her succumb to your storm
Mar 25, 2020
Mar 25, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
Being Vulnerable does not come easily to Me!
To be heard and felt, to hear and feel felt like emotions with no meaning,
Then you sailed through and entered my space and saw things which I had not been able to place,
on the very landscape of my heart and soul, and you drilled a hole,
On the fabric of my life- spread and somehow, I experienced “wholeness” once more!
I became someone who feels and expresses and is not afraid to take chances,
This is a person whom I used to know, the original Me and Myself,
I gradually started to break promises I made to myself,
of not being vulnerable, emotional or open to any feelings,
I don’t want to hide behind this façade anymore,
Longing to feel the sun burning my skin once more,
I'm glad you exist, even if it’s on a different plane,
For through our interactions every time, there is so much I gain,
Pain is not what I have feared, it’s the explosion of joy that I don’t know how to handle,
Guess what? being vulnerable still does not come naturally to Me
Its only when I look into your eyes, which reflect the expectation of pain back to me,
Even though we are both smiling at eachother in this moment now,
For you and I are overlapping spaces, torn and ravaged blue
and for both of us, it is our very own Vulnerabilities which binds us like glue!
Jan 13, 2020
Jan 13, 2020 at 1:15 AM UTC