What is love?
I lose my breath
When I look at him
And fail to breathe
When he’s gone
He is the air
In my lungs
And the oxygen
That is ripped from them
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What is love?
The earth is tilting
Blurring
Breaking
Everything is crumbling
Around me but
It looks like a mosaic
A patchwork quilt
❀
What is love?
I still remember
When he called me
Beautiful
Somehow they seemed
Like the only words
That would ever matter
But nothing feels as beautiful
As this feeling
❀
What is love?
I’ve loved before
Loved deeply
Intensely
Endlessly
But now it all seems
Galaxies away
My old loves are
Unfamiliar
Unimportant
Unmemorable
They are nothing
Compared to him
He is so much more
And he makes me
Feel like more
❀
What is love?
I’ve never wished for
The power of healing
Until I saw his broken pieces
The ones covering the floor
Soaked in blood
A mosaic, a patchwork quilt
I want to tell him but
He is in too many pieces to hear
❀
What is love?
It feels like beauty, tragedy
Broken apart dreams
And fractured stories
It feels like storms and
Droughts and hurricanes
My hands shake
And my mind races
And I’m a little scared
Of losing something (someone)
I don’t even have
Maybe a lot scared
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Love
A fear
A promise
A wish
❀
What is love?
I’m not sure
I don’t know
But I think it has
Something to do with him
And the euphoria I feel when
I look into his eyes
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"My tears need a minute to find the edges of my face. If you'll please excuse me." The sarcasm stabbed into Juliana’s heart. Antonia glared at her from the pit of the Lyceum as her student fought to hold back tears that had nothing to do with the pain in her fingers. “You’re better than this, again.”
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Comments (11)
I could read you all day , everyday! Another beautifully touching piece. X Thank you 🤍
Very poignant
Love is a beautiful tragedy, I agree! How lovely it is that we all cling to one another in love as we hurtle toward the 'end'.
THIS stanza: "What is love? I’ve never wished for The power of healing Until I saw his broken pieces The ones covering the floor Soaked in blood A mosaic, a patchwork quilt I want to tell him but He is in too many pieces to hear" Omg. The most visceral description of someone being emotional broken I think I've ever seen. I adore your creative mind, Poppy. Also, I think the way you ended it, so simply with "I'm not sure, I don't know, but I think it has something do with the euphoria I feel when I look into his eyes" --- that tone shift away from those dark and deep examples of love -- works so well. A breather from the depth of the emotion that came before. Like ascending up from a strenuous hike (or something. Sorry, words are escaping me here!). 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Beautiful!
I’ve never wished for The power of healing Until I saw his broken pieces These lines resonated so deeply with me because sometimes I just feel so useless when I can see what's broken but can't fix it. Loved your poem so much!
Great poem!
You have captured the intangibility of the subject so well, something we seem to experience but can never quite grasp. And do we even know it when we see it?
I have experienced love like this, so I can relate to the message. You wrote a masterpiece. Thank you!
Oh, wow, so beautiful. Did a great job, Poppy
Wow - this poem genuinely gave me goosebumps!