Poems About People I Love

Jane

They always say your room is a reflection of your mind, 

I guess that’s why I've been living in filth. 

I wake up, not to sunshine, but to complete darkness – 

Blackout curtains are a depressed girl's best friend. 

But then, there she comes down the hall…

planting seeds of relief with every step closer to me. 

She rips open the curtains of my sadness to let the light in, 

but little does she know: She is the light. 

She declutters me; mind, body, and soul. Throwing

away piles of water bottles full of lost interest. 

She makes the bed of my heart and scrubs at my tear ducts. 

Funny how all my dust bunnies seem to scurry away when she comes around. 

What I've Noticed Since Falling in Love

Maybe I’m a little codependent. 

Alone time is cool but being alone 

with him is way cooler. I am so much 

more than my body.

I might have attitude problems, but he knows that 

a sweet good morning text does wonders for waking up 

on the wrong side of the bed.

The way he looks at me

like I’m too much

of a good thing.  

The morning light reflects

the lighter streaks in his hair. Kissing with morning breath is

about as intimate as it gets. 

I want to kiss him the second the sun rises, 

every chance I get – can't waste a second. The blissful mundanity 

of laying in bed with him. 

The sound of my name leaving his mouth sounds like 

poetry. 

Our telepathic connection. Him reaching for my hand 

really means “Let me crack your knuckles”;

Him itching his nose 

really means “I want a kiss”;

That one look in his eye 

actually means “I love you but please I can't 

watch any more Gilmore Girls, please 

baby can we watch something else” 

… Maybe pet names aren't so bad 

coming out of his mouth. 

The feel of his hand in mine over the 

middle console of my 2012 Toyota Highlander. 

The sound of phrases he stole from me 

passing his lips, The sound of his laugh when I point out how 

he’s stealing my vocabulary. 

Love isn’t supposed to be difficult. Maybe it was always possible for me 

to turn my brain off; I just needed him 

to show me how. 

To Be Known

I crave to be unknown; 

how special to completely start over. 

To take an eraser to my life

and scrap the old me. 

One acceptance letter – 

One commitment – 

One plane ticket and I'm gone,

wishing New York and everything it did to me good riddance. 

But how quickly the human heart extends its gangly arms, 

Desperate for connection, for friendship…

And oh how quickly my hands were grasped onto,

Dragging me into a new circle of familiar faces. 

Their laughs sound like sunshine 

and their smiles the 7 wonders of the world. 

Without realizing it my mind rewires, and I think

How lovely it is to be known.