I thought I’d spend forever searching for my match
the Erebos to my Nyx if you will
someone who is so obviously mine
it’s probably an act of nature for us to be joined
I thought my Hades would climb into my wandering life
and end my pale Persephone problems with an adventure
I thought the one who’d love me right
would be a faithful supplicant at my altar
and worthy of my blessings
I thought wrong
yet I was still right
my forever arrived like a prophecy at Delphi
she was the Apollo to my Artemis
a tough woman filled with everything I needed
as well as everything I’m not capable of being
our balance
is the kind of love they write myths about
a match of cosmic proportions
Tag: Love / Heartbreak
obviously any poems about love, heartbreak, and relationships
love as a pilgrimage [poem]
when I tell you I love you
it is the holiest truth I can give voice to
know that this heart is a cavernous temple
too dangerous to traverse
and those words are your guide
to the only safe passageway into me
and you will enter at your own risk
I cannot save you from the darkness
the unseen traps
the terrifying silence that seems almost alive
you won’t enter this sacred ruin
and return home unchanged
the journey will change you
whether you like it or not
if you value your ignorance
your agnostic outlook on life and love
shut your ears to these divine words
do not love me
turn around
run
and never look back
being the seed [poem]
this is hard
this turning of the wheel
this filling of blank pages with a mess of feelings and ink
this is being alive but not living
this hovering just out of reach
this do not touch me aura mixed with kindness and warmth
this is the struggle
this wiping away of a decade of growth
to start a new garden in its place
this is being the seed
before the soil and sun can crack your shell
and set you free
gamer romance [poem]
teach me your quirks
make your interests my own
if you love that game I’ve never heard of
have me over to play it while we eat pizza
hand me the controller with minimal instruction
and laugh as I crash and burn
I’ll shove you off the couch while I try to work out
the right keys to jump and shoot
I may not fall in love with the game
maybe I’ll hand over the gameplay
halfway through the first round
but I’ll appreciate the gesture
overgrown [poem]
I don’t know how you’ll handle all this
overgrown garden of a soul
without mistaking my most beautiful blossoms
for weeds
Love
I don’t know what kind of gardener might’ve
learned wildcrafting at their mother’s bosom
not in this world of cookie cutter lawns and
white picket fences made to hold us in
to keep my untamed mint patch
from contaminating your perfectly pruned hedges
but will vines creep between the holes in your fence
Love
and dandelions float on the breeze
with a gentle fuck you in their bright yellow blooms
what I’m trying to say is
I let someone else borrow my lawnmower years ago
and never asked for it back
the tools in the shed have rusted
since the last time I tried to keep all my greenery
just so
this heart is more hiking trail
than zen garden
here’s to hoping you like it
a complex field of study [poem]
once I’ve learned a lesson
I tuck the details into a folder in the back of my mind
and move forward
always heading toward the next new thing
the ones who came before today fall
into two categories
the first are the majority
vague descriptions on a mental form
discussing what they taught me
the lesson detailed to the smallest atom
but their faces
painted with the broadest brush strokes
faded and almost forgotten
the second category are the incomplete projects
things where I still haven’t figured out all the facts
and so they remain crystal clear
and frustratingly present
love is a complex field of study
there are so many variables that
even a full heart has questions left unanswered
imaginary lover [poem]
I don’t want to write a fucking poem today
I just want silence
I’m so tired
love
and you are so imaginary that
I probably need medication
but it doesn’t matter
nothing really matters right now
the days slip by unnoticed and unannounced
just like me
no one misses January
when it passes on toward spring
and no one misses me
flameless [poem]
being asexual with a revved up libido
is like being a gas station next to a forest fire
like the littlest spark is all you need to go up in flames
and yet forest fires aren’t the norm
instead you sit flameless in the gas tanks
wondering how it would feel to spontaneously combust
and going through the motions of
energy conversion on command
when they eventually turn on their ignitions
to drive away
scabs [poem]
when I promised myself
a poem every day for the new year
it seemed easy
I mean
I wrote a new piece almost daily the year before
how hard could it be
but words come slower when you order them around
they act like molasses in winter
uncooperative and hard to get to
the hardest part is finding things to write about
that don’t include broken hearts and bleeding wounds
I know I can’t heal if I keep picking at the scabs
but poetry about hurt is as easy as blinking
You are my story [poem]
You are my story
one I love watching unfurl
chapter by chapter
page by page
line by line
until the letters fade
and all I see is You
bottles of spilled ink [poem]
My heart is a cabinet full
of ink bottles.
The warm reds,
the bright yellows,
the listless greys,
the giddy greens.
Life fills them,
the gentle drops of laughter and
the heartbroken tears of defeat
slowly refilling me.
Sometimes
a bottle spills over across a page,
words forming in the smudges of
life’s colors.
Beautiful words,
sad words and glad words,
words so full they fall from my pen
before it touches paper.
I write my story with the ink life gives me,
the lessons learned in pink,
the journeys walked with blue,
the stillness of wintry white.
Life is a rainbow,
light shot through the prism of experience
to bend and twist and form
the colors of a poet’s ink.
geeky love [poem]
I need you to play with me
to be my Sexy as the adventure begins
you have to get that reference
or know what to ask to figure it out
be a clever boy
I need you to be steeped in geekery
so that you can flit from topic to topic with me
laughing along with my jokes and dry humour
I don’t expect the same interests
in fact
my knowledge of anime is severely lacking
but that’s where balance comes in
I’ll teach you the joys of British television
if you’ll point out your favorite voice actor
in that series no one knows
I need fun in my life
someone who understands why I refuse
to be taken too seriously
and agrees to embrace silliness
notification [poem]
if I close my eyes
I can pretend away your message
that little icon tucked into my notifications
like a flash grenade
if I don’t unlock my phone
I can pretend I’ve moved on
and forgotten you
in all your painful magnetism
if I grab a paperback book
instead of scrolling through fanfiction just this once
the only person who will know my weakness
is you
Larissa Lee 