Why You Didn’t Call The Next Day
A poem about when you kiss a friend.
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A poem about when you kiss a friend.
Gehraiyaan isn’t a great Valentine’s Day release. But it does make for some rich girltalk fodder.
You tell me this is what it means to loveYou say that is love, this is lovingYou point me to poetryas a dictionary for the love languageAnd therapy terminologyto dissect this feeling These my friend,are conversations about love,Not love itself(And note, that I call you ‘friend’,not ‘my love’)Because I’ve read…
There comes a point when you have to act like the person who left you will never come back. It’s essential to accept it in order to seek healing. But at some point, you must also ask yourself that if they do return, whether you’ll take them back. That’ll tell…
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
In my 20s, I was made to pick a side in the battle of the Smug Married vs the Singles. I didn’t create that division, they did.
You are in my conversations. You are part of my conversations. You are in every breath even as I’m profoundly me.
A monologue because is love ever anything else? If we’re lucky both faces of love are modeled for us in clear, unambiguous ways.
LOVE LANGUAGE – my journey deciphering my experiences through the words of love songs in different languages
Flirting feels like a party I wasn’t invited to. A concert playing all around me & everyone’s vibing, except me.