in love poems

He saw it in her eyes.
Behind the laugh,
The smile, the
“Everything’s okay”
They say the eyes are the window to the soul,
And on her perfectly made up and faked face,
The eyes gave her away.
He could see her brokenness, the long nights spent crying until she fell asleep.
How sad and tired she actually was.
He knew everyone was fooled by her act, pretending to be happy all the time.
And he knew he couldn’t fix her, but he could try
—  A.P
I wish
what we’ve had—
was just like
a great movie,
that even if
it had already
ended,
I can replay it
all over again,
I wish I can feel it
once again.
—  ma.c.a // I want you, more than anyone else

Dear future daughter,


I wanted to write this as a sort of time capsule, so that you would know how your mother was at sixteen and what I expect of you as my daughter.

I love music and singing, and I expect I’ll put you for music classes early on, unless you don’t like singing and composing which is completely okay.
You can quit and join karate or anything you want.
I won’t force you, instead I’ll let you find your own path in life, like my mom let me.

You wanna ride horses? Cool. I liked that too.
You wanna go for kickboxing and learn how to defend yourself? Cool.
You wanna do ballet and enthrall the audience with your magnificent coordination? Amazing.

Anything you want to do babe, I am hundred percent right behind you.

I am big on reading as well, and this may sound odd, but unlike dancing or singing, I would very much adore it if you loved reading as much as me.
I will introduce it gently of course, by telling you adventure stories I wrote for you, about bears and fairies, and any thing you like.
Then I would introduce all sorts of new books, the same ones my mom introduced to me,Malory Towers, St. Claires, Tin-Tin’s, Secret Seven and so on.
If you don’t like reading, I understand.
I hope you do, though.

I am really sorry but you may or may not have my acne.
I am so sorry, I know how much you suffer trying to talk to that cute boy who’s the next Zac Efron, or how hard you try to cover it up.
Or how much you cry over something that someone said about your skin.
I wish I could change things in that department but I can’t. You have combination skin just like me, and it only gets better everyday, and soon enough a beautiful sense of maturity and compassion will bloom, like those Violets you adore.

You might deal with a lot of appearance issues, and trust me, even all the way back in 2017, we still have them.
Let me tell you this, your weight is just the relationship you have with gravity.
It doesn’t define your intellect, beauty, the amount of love you can give to the universe around you.
W=m x g
That’s all weight is.
So eat that pizza, gobble that pancake and never starve yourself.
I am not saying don’t be healthy and exercise, oh no, but its okay to be kind to yourself once in a while.

Career.
Tricky.
I am not going to say I am not going to behind your grades, or behind you to keep them up, but I will give you a chance to improve if you mess up, which you will and thats okay.
That’s life.
To me, do what you love.
Do something that keeps you happy, something that keeps you interested.
Do something that makes you excited to walk into work.
I hope I am doing the same honestly.
To me, education is not just about books and grades, and the colleges you get into.
I’ve probably taken you to so many places in the world, and all that you’ve learned, all the food you’ve eaten, all the cultures you’ve experienced, that is what you have truly experienced. Of course, it won’t pay your bills and it sure as hell won’t help you get to college, but it will make you better citizens of this earth, better human beings, more accepting, less judgmental.

Love.
Oh my, honey, you are going to fall so hard.
For a broken boy with broken promises.
With the talented singer.
With the most popular boy in school.
With someone half way across the world.

In the end, after everyone, you will realize you don’t need to settle for someone who makes you feel terrible about yourself, you just need someone who treats you like the princess you are.
Trust me, its not the prettiest or the most popular that gets to be the keeper of your precious heart.

Of course, if you decide you don’t want to be in a relationship, that’s great.
You’re a strong independent woman who doesn’t need anyone to tell her how downright amazing she is.
(feminist alert! haha)

Trust me.
They are going to break you, shatter you, make you feel like you can never love again.
You will love again though.
Again and again.

(You can change the genders above to suit you)
I expect by the time you are old enough to realize who you love, who you’re attracted to, it won’t matter.
I hope for Goodness sakes, we live in progressive times.
If we don’t, I will love you no matter what, if you’re bi, demi, gender fluid or anyone.
I will love you the same.
Coming out will be the easiest thing you will ever have to do, I promise.

Religion
Well, I am an agnostic, but if you decide that you want to follow a religion I will allow it.
Preferably Hinduism because that would make my mom and dad, (your grandma and grandpa happy) but if its Buddhism, Christianity or any religion, be my guest.
Explore, decide and tell me.
I will respect you if you decide to believe in a higher power, because I think that takes a certain amount of strength.

I might get mad at you, scream, cry and you have to realize I am not perfect.
Far from it.
I just want you to be a nice, respectful and loving human being.
Your grades and talents are secondary to me.
Sure I might not buy everything you want me to, but I promise I will provide you with everything you need.

I need to leave now, but it’s been great getting to know you,
this is sixteen year old me signing out.

If it is not my skin and bones that you see, but my bruised heart and empty soul, will you still love me with all that keeps you alive?
You are the love in my heart.
You are the strength to my breaths.
You are the hope in my loneliness.
You are the music in my ears.
You are the sun in the darkest days.
You are the happiness in my eyes.
You are everything to me.
—  Poets Love Her
Love.

So many things come to mind. The smell of the air just before it rains. The way the sun shines through trees on a beautiful day. The feeling of making someone laugh. Love lives in all of it, in all of us. But just like rain turns into thunderstorms and tears entire cities apart, just like the clouds take away the sun, just like laughter ends, so too can love. But a few fallen trees never stopped a city. A few clouds never stopped the sun from shining. A few sad days never stopped the laughter. And a few heartbreaks shouldn’t stop the love.

I spoke with someone last week, but I don’t think his voice can compare to yours. I don’t think anyone’s voice can compete with your dreamy laugh or your fruity voice, but maybe if he speaks loud enough then I’ll forget the way yours sounds.

I talked to someone the other day and I noticed his brown eyes weren’t the same shade yours were. His eyes showed me the forest, yet yours somehow showed me the world.

I met someone today but I don’t adore his smile as much as yours. His smile is just so perfect, as perfect as can be; but the difference was that only you were the one smiling because of me.

—  a.a.
conflicted | m.k.j. & k.c.

You looked at me
with a light inside your eyes I’d never seen before and such a big smile on your face that I just couldn’t look away anymore.

It felt like we were the only people left on earth. You and me. Almost like it was meant to be.
—  L.N | poetry
Unter makellosem Make-up wird der schöne Schein gewahrt, im perfekt gestylten Outfit wird der Glanz nicht hinterfragt. Wer gibt mir eine zweite Chance, versucht mich zu verstehn’? Will wirklich jemand mehr als schöne Fassade von mir sehn’?
—  Musicalwoche 2014