Quietly spoken words.
Soft gentle caresses.
Hands on my hips.
Mornings full of you.
Whispers in my ear. Whispers against my lips.
Tell me how you feel when you see my face.
Tell my how you feel when you hold me close.
Calm my soul and soothe my spirit.
Tell me that you need me.
Show me that you love me.
Tag: Love
NPM 30: A Final Love Poem
This is a love poem to the person I hurt the most.
You are enough.
You are worthy.
You are clever and funny and beautiful.
You are so creative.
You are caring.
Your laughter brightens a room.
Remember this.
Remember this.
Remember this when you have your blue days.
Remember this when you find yourself crying and you don’t understand why.
Darling girl, remember you are loved even when you do not love yourself.
NPM 28: Lists
I keep a list of men close to my heart.
These are not men who have loved me.
No, I do not have those.
I keep a list of men, of men who have caused me pain.
The men who have chipped away at the fragile defenses of my heart and my soul.
The men who have taken all of me and given nothing in return.
I keep this list of men, each marked with their transgression– cheating, lying, manipulation and abuse– and I make memory of the things I lost with each one.
I keep it so I learn to not be so foolish again.
I keep it to remind me of the cruelty of those who would so easily take my love and use it against me.
I keep it as warning signs for when I let down my guard and try to love again.
NPM 27: Lessons
Listen to me, my little one.
Listen to me, my darling girl.
Listen to me, my living doll, with rosy cheeks and shining eyes.
Do not let them define who you are, by what you can do for them.
Do not let them impose their idea of who you should be, and simply be who you cannot help but be.
Never let them look only at your heart shaped lips and think only of what they can offer, but make them listen to all the words that flow from within.
Because beauty fades and lust wanes, and what is left after the dust settles is what matters.
My brilliant girl, only take the ones that love the heart and soul, the ones that listen and enjoy, the ones that appreciate your wonder.
Because my baby girl, the heart once broken is never the same.
It can be mended, it can be pieced together with time and care, but it never loves as easily and as freely as it once did.
A broken heart carries scars.
Do not give them the power to destroy what doesn’t belong to them.
NPM 26: Morning
In the quiet stillness of the dawn I lay awake and think of you.
My thoughts start and end when you.
The kindness of your eyes when they look at me.
A gaze full love and want.
I think of what could be and what is to come.
And I close my eyes just a little while longer to dream of you.
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