the way you loved me

I loved the way you loved me

without any effors and clamor

without any song or canon

without the feeling it would fade

for the sake of being.

I loved how you loved me,

like I never once imagined

like I always thought wouldn't happen

just the thought of us.

And there might have been some truth in all the words you said

there might have been more than what you claimed

but now I don't love the way you loved me...

I don't love the way you loved me,

frozen in place, only a trace

meaning only what you could face,

not what I deserve,

saying things only for me to stay put,

stay quiet.

So that I never argued.

I hate the way you loved me,

laying in bed, only on weekends.

Making the bed, cleaning the dishes

waiting for you to come back anywhere close

near to what was.

But I wish I hated you.

I hate the way you loved me,

just halfway standing.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Oh Anggela, Your words so well chosen, your poem so well crafted, how can a vessel of such beauty hold so much pain? You pluck memories from my past, your lines trace the scars on my heart. “But I wish I hated you.” I am so sorry for you, I so know those feelings. I had to read and reread your poem, I found it such lovely writing.