Sappy Love Poems for That Special Someone

Where I Was Then and Where I Am Now

I’ve accomplished things over the past two and one-half years that I once thought were impossible. I’ve essentially replaced the words “I can’t” with “I can.” This has enabled me to acquire new skills, achieve success in therapy, and love unconditionally. My “Hyde” doesn’t come out much nowadays, contrary to what I passionately described less than two years ago.

It used to be that for every day where I felt even a sliver of stability, I had almost a week full of legitimately bad days. Now, even my rare “bad” days are brimming with good.

Two years ago, I started therapy. Now, I’m blessed with an amazing psychiatrist and therapist – both of whom have raised me up when I’ve been at my worst. My family, friends, and mental health professionals have guided me. However, I’ve done the most work to get where I am.

I also entered a relationship with someone who genuinely values me. These poems are about her and the positive effects she has had on my life. Though I’m better equipped to handle things now, she has been here every step of the way. It’s downright terrifying to imagine life without Heidi’s support and love.

I will be on most of my medications for the rest of my life, but I’m learning to manage my anxiety better. I am a walking success story who has lived through a great deal, as so many of us have. We have the scars to prove our strength, and if we keep putting in the work, there is happiness at the end of the road.

Remember Me

I have some deep-seated regrets
yet if I could live this life again,
I’d take all that I have learned:
to make amends & love no one
before you. I could never risk
losing you to the twists of fate…

though for now, I know
you’d remember me.

Cannonball to Wake Me

I put on a brave face
when I lie to my therapist
about the extent of the pain

and yet on those same days:
you pounce on me! to wake me
in bed, from my hibernated state;

your crimson moonbeam
strands of hair tickling my nose;
your freckled and protective

pillar arms tightly wrapped
ever so gently around my waist
remind me that there really are
sunny days.

Teamwork Is

teamwork is…
packing furniture
in lovely summer
till we break our backs
and bust our shoulders.

teamwork is…
when the sweat trickles
right down our faces
and all those other
unholy places.

as tempers rise
we will halt
to hug and learn
to take our time.
teamwork is

you and I

when you need me most
and when I can’t bear
the burden of
the nation or coast
(a potent megadose).

so don’t remind me
and instead play gently
with the curls in my hair.
we can watch movies about vampires:
the ones not broken by despair.

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