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This is another short poem I made a few months back. It was inspired by an intriguing conversation with a friend who had trouble getting intimate and how she tried so hard to explore her sexual side.

By: Anita Marie

I don’t know how to touch myself
My very being, smooth, soft, but scarred within
I don’t know how to keep them at bay
Should I bend or move my hips this way?

It’s confusing at most yet primal at least
A thermodynamic way to calm the beast
Heat, so much heat
And a great deal of pleasure
Coming in like waves
Hitting me with a rush of desire I cannot conquer unless I wander

A danger. A risk. An excitement
Dancing shadows in the heat of the moment.
Intoxicated with a heightened sensation
Getting the hang of a rhythmic motion

An art no painter can repaint
A song no musicians can remake
A passion no other alchemist can recreate
And a love no one can replicate

It has been called many things
Natural, most often
But it can change everything
Sometimes, all at once in a moment

Posted in Poems about Relationships

The Subtle Fall

This poem is about my one-sided admiration of a guy who I’ve known for years. I honestly think he’s out of reach. I feel like he deserves a world so much greater than me. But late at night, I’ve  always prayed that the world he deserves, he’ll find in me.

The Subtle Fall
By: Anita Marie

I don’t know how to start
It was just a bit of a shake for my heart
He was like current
Steady, yet electrifying
And someone who just keeps you going

He wasn’t someone new
In fact, years have passed since who knew
The subtle hellos
An acquaintance at best
But lately, has somehow peaked my interest

8 hours of deep talk
Somehow got my heart locked
I never thought
Life would be so clear
Whenever he would wander near

Too near my naive heart
Threatening it to give him his part
But only I can feel
Only I can see
How strong I get when he captures me

Dear love, you drain me
My smile, my cheeks, my energy
Notice me please
And fall for me too
Cause I think I might go crazy without you

Keep still, I’m only joking
I won’t force us both into working
I pray for you to be happy
I pray you’ll be loved
That’s all I ask from our Father from above

You’re more than myself
I’ve never felt so terribly scared
Of keeping you
From what you deserve
For your heart was very well preserved

But if I may be so bold
And if your heart’s not as cold
I hope she’s me
The one you’re thinking of
I hope she’s me, your only love

Posted in Poems about Relationships

The Thing About Him

This is a poem about my ex. It’s strange because I realize that the more I neutralize my perception of who he is, he turns more and more into an enemy rather than a friend, which was what he was before we turned into something more. Then, I guess it was a good thing we broke up.

The Thing About Him
By: Anita Marie

The thing about him is that he’s an expert on deception
I don’t get it how he does it but he just is
Making you think that his confidence is perfection

The thing about him is that he was not even a good friend
Even after putting friendship back on the table
He sulked in bitterness as he could not accept the end

The thing about him is that he was a chronic liar
One after the other they just flew from his mouth
Flame by flame building up into one great fire

The thing about him is that he embraces fuckboy culture
He likes it that he has a lot of girls at his disposal
Being praised for misogyny without looking at the big picture

The thing about him is that he was a pseudo everything
Making you think it was a meaningful relationship
But turns out it was for his pride that you were casted out as a fling

The thing about him is that he wasn’t even beautiful
Not even the slightest bit of a Prince Charming
Not a knight in shining armor, neither strong and honorable

The thing about him is that he was always a bad memory
Even if there were good times worth remembering
He has his way of day by day turning into the enemy

Posted in Poems about Relationships

Two Rules

Now, this is a poem about my breakup. My ex was weird but it happened anyway, so here’s the story.

Two Rules
By: Anita Marie

There are two rules you need to follow to win this game
Number one, listen and number two, try not to go insane

You see, the last time I played this game, I didn’t know the rules
I just leaped into it like I was searching for blue’s clues
Searching for signs to solve this mystery going around called love
Boy was I wrong when he started handing me my pink punching gloves

I stood there waiting for a punch but it didn’t come
Instead I got kisses, warm chocolates and hugs
My opponent made it seem like he wanted a connection rather than a fight
So as we made it to our corners, the emcee started picking up his mic

Introducing me, as an upcoming prodigy expected to win this season
And him, as a well known fighter yet has always lost for some reason
Both dignified fighters in their own right
Yet, who’s gonna win this fight?

Round one, we begin as we circle each other
Trying to get to know the opposing fighter better
It turned out none of us had landed a punch
And ended up disappointing the overlooking bunch

Round two was different, I felt it as we got closer
I knew more about your strategies and about the boulder
You carry everyday even if it was heavy enough to crush you when you stand
Little did I know that all was going according to your plans

Round three, your boulder, I helped you carry
And you said you’d thought I’d be a fighter too scary
Who knew we surprised each other so much
But in this round, spectators said we were losing our touch

The crowd boo-ed
The tickets were not cheap they said
A fight they wanted, a fight they will get

Now, there I stood with my pink gloves on
I took it off, and starting stepping out with conviction
I didn’t want to be a fighter if you were my opponent
I loved you too much already that to hurt you, I couldn’t

But before I could leave the ring to join your side
You landed a punch and said you lied

In the art of war, deception is the key
The crowd cheered for you and they boo-ed for me
My attention went to the scoreboard you looked at a lot
One point for you, okay now, I’ll stop

I’ll let you win because I loved you
But you didn’t love me back too
You said the words yet left bruises on my skin
You kissed my lips yet put my notes into a trash bin

I don’t know how much of it was a fight
I also don’t know how much of it was a lie
But I do know that something wasn’t right
Then I thought of something I thought I would never try

Let’s stop the fight. Then silence overtook the stadium.

I return the pink punching gloves stained red
I expected you to proclaim your love but instead
You took the belt, passed by me, without a trace of worry
Then I waited long for you to say the words, “I’m sorry”

I guess I’ll never hear it
Or maybe I didn’t listen

You see, I violated the two rules that made the game
Number one, listen and number two, try not to go insane

Posted in Poems about Relationships

10 Reasons

Before I dated my ex, we were close friends. Back then, he gave 10 really specific reasons why he wouldn’t date someone like me and it consisted of the imperfections I had like my issues and stuff. I thought it was unfair cause he only gave me 2 really superficial reasons why guys should date me. Later did any of us know that we’d play a bigger role than friends in our lives. Although it has ended, I liked the story of how it started, how it begun. I think it’s a beautiful process. Good things come to an abrupt and tragic end but that’s another poem.

10 Reasons
By: Anita Marie

At the beginning, he gave me 10 reasons why he shouldn’t date me
I’m too boring, I’m weird, I’m a bit crazy
I have issues and I’m too ambitious to want to leave a legacy
All these imperfections of me, he could see clearly

When I asked him if he had a list on why he should date me
There were only 2: I wore glasses and I had a husky
Barely reasonable reasons and I appreciate the honesty
But seriously? Glasses and a husky? That’s all he could see?

Okay fine, forgiven, besides it’s not like I’m ever gonna date him
He’s moody, just as crazy, with no passion to win
He’s my friend, and the chances of us dating are slim
So why should I bother unless feelings start to begin

Uh, to my surprise, they begun too soon
Yes, destiny, I am questioning you
Why did you send over that moon
That made him think our love was to bloom?

What happened to that 10 reasons he gave me without second guesses?
What happened to number 7, the part where I’m full of distresses?
Did he really forget I can be easily stressed?
That I stress over simple things like how to get dressed?

Most of all, where did these feelings come from?
I need a clear, precise and logical explanation
Is this pity? Flattery? Or a mutual admiration
Can I go on escaping his gestures and love declarations?

Then I realized, I had to give in to it
Love cannot choose who you fit
And for him, I chose to put aside my wit
To just sit down and enjoy the trip

Posted in Poems about Relationships


This poem is a poem about my past relationship. I started dating a close friend a few years back and last year, we broke up for certain reasons. Break ups are long stories reserved for the coffee table. Well, I don’t hate my ex, per se. He did play an important part in my life and I’ve learned so much like why some best friends don’t make good boyfriends. Also, what giving yourself to another person means.

By: Anita Marie

In front of him, I was naked
I took off the clothes I wore that covered my skin
My blouse, my skirt, the underwear that teasingly made him smirk
I let him touch me like no one else could
He knew everything about me
Suddenly, he knew all my secrets
Suddenly, he knew all the right places, even if he needed my help
With how to discover me as a woman
He saw all of the scars I would never let anyone touch
He, now, knew which of my breasts was the bigger one
The stretch marks that embarrass me, my sweaty and a bit smelly underarms covered with armpit hair
All of that no longer hidden from view
Bare, naked, everything out on display for him to see

We were at a level where we could not wear a label around our necks
Yet we knew we wanted to gaze in each other’s stars forever
Heaven wasn’t so far away every time we spent our time in each other’s arms
But slowly, as the love potion started to lose its effect, I found out
I found out that he was just a boy
And just like a boy, he only saw what he wanted to see

Even if in front of him, I was naked
I ripped off the curtain that hid who I really was
My thoughts, my dreams, everything I thought would’ve been
I let him in as no one else could
Yet he knew nothing about me
He didn’t know why I cry at night
He didn’t know the things I really liked even when he was given help
With discovering me as a woman
He saw my scars yet didn’t see the pain underneath them
He felt my breasts yet didn’t feel how fast my heart was beating
Stretch marks as proof of growing up, underarms that have been a million times kissed by mommy
All of that, he didn’t see at all
Even if I was bare, naked, with everything displayed for him to see