my favorite color is green
I love the way it symbolizes life and toxicity at the same time
all depending on context and shade
I believe in putting pineapples and anchovies on pizza
as long as it’s not both on the same slice
I cry for other people’s happy endings
thanks to overly sympathetic tear ducts and a wide open heart
my favorite song changes with my mood
but it will often be annoyingly catchy
I’m sorry in advance for that
I see the best in people
because the average stranger is not an asshole
contrary to popular belief
I jump from interest to interest in days
but I will always circle back eventually
it’s the way I let myself explore this world and all its offerings
I know love is real the same way I know to breathe
an instinct that comes naturally
I think loving you will be my new favorite thing
Tag: Future Love
poems written for a future, unknown lover or partner
see you somedays [poem]
this is it
the last poem in a long line of see you somedays
scribbled across scrap paper
from here
there is only the wait
the hush of a centered soul finding itself
in the hustle and bustle of everyday living
my life is not on hold
love
you’ll notice that right away
I’ve been pursuing my dreams
while you worked your way toward me
our paths couldn’t cross unless I kept walking forward
and so I did
every step is worth it
to reach the day you read this poem
from the book I wrote
before I knew
your name
it’s not about you, Love [poem]
my depression is kinder now than it once was
I need you to understand
love
that I will never not be depressed
but when I’m happy
depression is the quiet found at the end of a long laugh
the ache in your bones after a wild dance is over
it’s the kiss of heat lingering on your skin
after a day at the beach
my depression reminds me to be grateful
for the moments of bright happiness
in a world so used to grey skies
some days I will wear a smile
because I love you and I’m happy
some days I will fake a smile for everyone but you
because I love you and I’m unhappy
and I will trust you to handle that kind of honesty
with your too big heart and your perfect hugs
and your willingness to sit with me
in my self-made shadows
and just breathe
weirdness [poem]
you deserve to be loved for all your weirdness
for the way your pulse races
with every piece of praise
or the way you flush at the sound of
a growl from your mate
or the way knotted ropes make you feel free
you deserve to find someone who
loves your strange preferences and stranger dislikes
because a good lover
will want to hear the anecdotes
that form your life’s story beginning to end
clever ruse [poem]
this is me feeding you a line and
hoping you will bite
love
praying you might buy this clever ruse
long enough
for me to shore up my walls again
this heart is an operating system [poem]
I’m going to ruin you
love
with this selfish heart
so desperate for love that
it’d drink your tears to quench this thirst
you deserve better
someone who will at least try to give you their everything
I won’t
I never will
my love is as impossible to comprehend as
the internet in its entirety
you will never read every article
click every link
my love is open source for anyone interested in
this kind of connection
an operating system
without a manual
scare you off [poem]
I’m relatively certain
I’m going to scare you off from the start
that falling in love with me is ridiculously easy
but loving me is incredibly hard
you grew up with the standard lines
the goal
to find someone to love enough to marry
to have your children with
that will never be me
I’m already married to the only person
I knew for sure would promise me forever and mean it
this isn’t a competition
because no one will ever take her place
I’ll never want to have your children
that dream dried up in my womb and died a few years ago
children are more mess than magic to me
sorry
when you fell in love with me
it probably seemed like a good idea
it wasn’t
but here you are
standing in the middle of a field
a solitary weed aching to be noticed
I see you in a wild expanse of green
a tiny flower
face tilted toward the light
my love both the sun and the soil
feeding life into everything I touch
I can’t help but wonder
what kind of heart can handle sharing mine
with the rest of the world
so naturally
maybe [poem]
maybe if I stay silent
you’ll come looking for me
maybe if I keep quiet
you’ll miss my laughter
maybe if I hide here
you’ll come looking for me
maybe if I wander away
you’ll realize what you’ve lost
or maybe not
love [poem]
is it cowardice to call this
warmth toward others
love
knowing it will make falling for you
that much easier
to recover
from?
hypotheticals [poem]
you made me talk to my wife in hypotheticals
your presence
awakening enough of a reaction in me
to need a discussion
polyamory is about communication and
she and I are experts at words
she approves
adding only a vague reminder that
being a secondary love interest doesn’t work
for some people
a letter to my dearest love [poem]
(a letter to my dearest love,
to be read when the moon is full)
darling
this bright night is blinding after days of
nothing but the darkness of my own thoughts
I have never been a person of faith
a believer in God
or good
or a good god
I have always known that reality is more likely
to slap my hand than hold it
and so
forgive me for forgetting about the moon
about you
forgive me for closing my eyes and
blocking out its growing light
the cycle of hope is full of
ebb and flow
wax and wane
perhaps I just got tangled in the little things
my feet trapped in place with no help in sight
stuck in my own chaos
perhaps I forgot what love can look like
as if there aren’t more permutations of love
than there are stars in the universe
forgive me for squeezing my eyes shut in fear
for failing to see you there
love
in the middle of all that muck
I’ve never been one to find comfort in being alone
not when alone looks and feels
too much like lonely
but somehow
I find a way to isolate myself
every time
some nights [poem]
some nights
love
I feel unkind
some nights I’m angry
at this life
at strangers I pass on the street
at you
some nights I need you
and you’re not here
yet
some nights I’m happy to be alone
your absence
an escape from relationships
things I’m no good at keeping alive
some nights
love
I’m hopelessly alone
but some nights
I just sleep
when I finally start writing [poem]
I’m hesitant to start writing a story
love
because writing a love story is
admitting that I don’t have you
let me explain
all my life
I’ve written stories
mostly romance as us hopeless romantics often do
but I only write about love
when it’s missing from my life
only drawing out two people falling into happiness
when my feet are on steady ground
and so
when I finally start writing this
newest novella
I’ll be admitting how absent you are
how lonely I am
and I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet
Larissa Lee 