he ate the soup you made for him a few weeks before you died. it was sitting in the freezer with a strip of masking tape over the lid, his father’s name written in your hand.
before october last year, he used to call it grandma rocket soup because he thought she made it when the whole time, it was you. but when she died, he replaced grandma’s name with yours and now he eats it quietly, taking his time, as if savoring every bite.
he thanked you, too, you know, as soon as he finished the bowl. he ate the entire thing, the last bowl of soup you made for him.
some people come into your life needing no rhyme nor reason in their presence, you feel your heart smile, you hear your soul sing the weight you’ve been carrying lightens, and the tears no longer sting
suddenly you find yourself smiling more than you ever thought possible you find yourself feeling safe some days, you even feel unstoppable all because you opened your heart when i was at my most vulnerable
so thank you, dearest friend, for being there for me even now after all this time, when everyone else has gone their merry way, thank you for being there for me when I needed a good reminder I’m never alone.
i turned a year older yesterday and for the first time I didn’t feel sad. I felt happy and content, as if something in my life finally made sense, from the relationships I made to the ones I lost even those that were never meant to stay. is that why for the first time in a very long time i only have good things to say
it was never about the sex. it was always about connection. it was never about the way you moved (well, maybe a little) it was more than a simple distraction and as long as you’re willing to keep on going then i’m game, too for as long as this connections holds, baby it’ll always be with you
is there a secret to falling in love or is being in lust with you so much easier on the heart that i should refrain from letting my mind tell me to stop and just go for the ride and fall and drown, and like a magic trick, appear unbruised, like new?
she found herself in opposition to her heart who wanted only him and no one else even as her mind rebelled and said, please take care, for if all he wants is sex now, what else is next? submission, surrender, and so much more… hush, she said, for he is my cure.
Note from Liz: So ends the Poem-a-Day challenge I gave myself for March 2021. I hope you enjoyed them!
know my name though i go by many know it anyway for it’s the only way i know you see me and see that beyond the masks i wear to protect my heart, only you know what lies inside wishing it’ll remain unhurt until the game we play finally runs its course and i’ll be left with nothing but bitter remorse
i rushed in
too fast and too soon
to check the room.
was i wanted?
could i stay?
do you think me weird
for the things i say?
awkward, that’s me
although that’s the way
i’ve always been
too quick to jump in
too fast to trust
when will i ever learn
that some things,