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I Am Not Hard to Love

I have sharp edges

and a soft voice.

I have missing pieces

and eyes full of wonder.

I am not easy to love

(I am not hard to love.)

There are things we know by heart;

The things learned from the back of our

Bruised hands.

There are things to make us forget how to

Breath;

There are things that remind us how to

Love.

I have sharp edges

because of those things.

My lungs never recovered from losing my

Breath; my heart never restored to a full

Life; my love was never returned.

I am not easy to love

(I am not hard to love.)

I am not a bitter lover.

I am a believer in love.

Homeward Bound

Stuck someplace between Massachusetts & upstate

New York.

Sunsets chase me;

Sunrises follow me;

As I am stuck between two worlds.

I spend most of my time in my car-

Riding on interstates &

Crossing state lines.

I have two bedrooms- neither I call home.

I spend most of my time driving

Between those two beds.

The bed I sleep in most

Isn’t even mine-

Isn’t in my home

Or my city.

Bible

He asked me if I

Believed in God.

My faith is vigorous

In other places.

My belief in love

Is stronger than

It is in the man upstairs.

The power of love

Answers my prayers

My credence falls

Softly in dog eared

Pages of my favorite books.

My reliance in poetry

Heals my soul.

My conviction is that

Compassion

Could save lives, forgive

Sins, and stop evil.

This holy trinity

Isn't written in the

Bible-

It is written in the

Blood, sweat, and tears

I put into the people i love the best.

Find is in the star

Painted sky

The roaring ocean

The morning cigarette

Practice patience and love

& you will find salvation

To Be Read at a Later Date

I’m afraid I will never find a lover who’s hair

falls just so delicately like yours.

I’m afraid I will never wake comfortably, the way

I did with you.

I’m afraid I will never hold a hand that matches mine

The way our fingers intertwined.

I’m afraid I will never find a lover’s eyes

Smile just as bright as their lips.

I’m afraid I will never find myself in another soul, the

Way I could look at you as a reflecting mirror,

Or open you like a book to my favorite page.

I’m afraid you took all my strength in the bag

You grabbed on your way out the door.

I’m afraid you will pick up this letter and crumple it

Like you do with receipts and meaningless papers

Like you do to the people who care the most about you.

I’m afraid of what happens after the goodbye,

I’m afraid of forgetting.

I’m afraid of losing the friendship I grew over the love,

Like tangling roses and vines,.

I’m afraid you will cut down out garden to make room

For new stepping stones.

I’m afraid no one will be there to help you when you

Get lost, fall, cry, then get lost again.

I’m afraid you will forget to turn off the light

Before bed.

I’m afraid nobody else will get up to turn it off

For you.

I’m afraid in the next year, you will grow to be a

Stranger.

I’m afraid I will just be a faded Polaroid memory,

Like the ones you took in the woods and in the

Hotel bed.

I’m afraid you will lose memory of me, and every

Sunset we watched fall together.

I’m afraid with each passing season, I will miss you

Most in winter.

I’m terribly afraid you will hear my words, look in

My eyes and see someone else, the way I

Look into every person who doesn’t have freckles

Across their nose, scars painting their face, or the lips

That I’ve kissed countless times,

And see you.

I’m afraid this is not a goodbye, I will see you

Soon, I promise dear.

I’m afraid you are the light of my life.

I’m afraid you will continue to brighten my day and

Illuminate my nights.

I’m afraid the passing hours will result in a beating

Absence of you.

I’m afraid you will find happiness in wisdom in another

I’m afraid your newly found life will be lively.

I’m afraid I will miss you terribly, sweetheart.

With love & trust

xoxo

Madeline DeAngelo

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