Tag: love

Saying, "I Love You"

Saying, “I Love You” is very poetic.
These are the words I don’t ever want to forget.

Since birth,
these little words were all I heard.
Passing out candy-shaped hearts in class,
I never felt anything from them. I just did what I was asked.
Wishing on stars and rehearsing each situation,
I can finally build up the courage to make a silly confession.
Saying these words, just to sound romantic,
I’ve used and abused it—forgetting what it really meant.
When I finally met the “One”,
saying them was never enough.
Throughout the years, I used them in many different ways.
Happy, sad, lonely, intimate, angry…whatever the case.
When death comes for me at bed,
I want those three words to be the last things said.

Saying, “I Love You” is very poetic.
These are the words I don’t ever want to forget.

Here's a Magic Trick

With sleight of hand, you grabbed my attention.
You guessed correctly from every card drawn from my emotions.
I give you my two cents and you turn it into a dollar.
Your eyes burn with passion—like wild fire.
When you dunked, gagged, and handcuffed me,
I came out unscathed, smiling, and happy.

I couldn’t wait for the Grand Finale!
There’s one more trick that I wanted to see.
It’s the one with a box behind your back and performing it on one knee.
You had another act in mind,
the one where you disappeared and left me behind.

It seemed too surreal to be tragic.
The art of illusion was your greatest magic trick.

Quo-etry #2

My favorite moments of you
are found in my negatives

Not a Romantic

Leaving little Post-Its’ like
I Love You” and “Smile for me
just didn’t do it.
Perhaps your mind was elsewhere,
I guess I’m not a romantic.

With the little change I had,
I’d buy flowers or a stuffed animal.
I loved watching how you reacted!
Now they just wither away or gather dust.
I guess I’m not a romantic.

Planning a special dinner or a night in,
you never noticed the effort and love put in it.
I wish I had the nerve to not stay silent.
Caring for you was all that mattered.
I guess I’m not a romantic.

It’s been 6 years, 2 months, and 18 days
since we went our own way.
It’s funny, I still remember our argument.
You never put in any effort!”
Sadly, you never saw I was your romantic.