#love poem but platonic

[starsandstanzas]

You are beautiful in the way of morning songs drifting through the breeze

An antique coin in a pawn shop off the corner of Morningside Drive

And a secret known by few

Of which one is me.

You have the warmth of gingerbread houses and candlelit windows within you

And a sort of cadence to your voice that brings out an unwilling smile

You make me better

You make the stars shine a little brighter

I can’t wait to grow grey hairs together

Be aunts to each others children and Christmas cards on each others walls,

I can’t wait to see what you become

What warmth you’ll bring to a cold world

[cerleansky]

My therapist was so real for saying the meaning of life is found in connection.

People hug their friends when they meet up and hug them a little tighter when it comes time to say goodbye. My grandfather rebuilt the broken rocking horse my grandmother had as a child, a gift from her father. There's an indescribable ache that goes along with seeing someone you used to know intimately, the becoming of a common stranger. Coincidences that bind, one time I got an uber and the driver used to live in my home before me. It was the last place he saw his father alive as a child and he nearly cried when I told him the walls were still the same colour.

Has anyone ever gotten over their childhood best friend? Is that alone not a testament to the fact we are more than blood and bones.

It's all about connection, friends.

[wizardsimper]

Honestly there was a real missed opportunity for a scene involving Gale reading the player some of his poetry

[katerinaaqu]

Like...people who think Achilles and Patroclus are lovers that's great and good for you (I consider myself one of them who interprets them as both lovers and friends because they are not mutually exclusive. I love both interpretations equally)

However if you guys criticize people who want to interpret them as friends and companions and you say "oh there is no way he would go through that end if they were *just* friends!" Or if you consider friendship a "downgrade" then I am glad I am not friends with you...

Because to me friends are like family and I would jump through the fire for them and I wouldn't stop at nothing for them. I don't need to bed someone to care deeply for them.

Be kind and let people interpret their favorite characters as they want. Of course the same goes for the other side too!

[metanein]

I wish I had more time to look at you, talk with you, embrace you.

[madd-madd]

How could you love someone who's not whole? 🤌🏻

[sl8tersstuff]

Will you think about me on my birthday?

Will you recognize my laugh in a room full of people?

Will you remember that I stood by you like this?

Will you?

Because I will.

[loafofryebread]

there is something so terrifying about wanting to be held, a years deep ache in my bones, like a child sobbing pleading for someone to notice, to care.

come here darling, I swear I will not bite, come here please, smooth away the cracks in my skin, piece me back together with the gold of your love, like the japanese would repair their pottery.

there is something so vulnerable about wanting to be touched, undoing me with a mere brush of the fingers, peeling back my layers like the skin of an orange, and each golden segment of my soul, is an offering (i love you).

oh, do you think you could hold me? just this once? kiss the backs of my knees when they ache? trace the divots of my spine like exploring a foreign land? memorize the shape of my nose, my jaw, my eyes, turning the terrain of my body into something familiar.

Perhaps it is selfish of me to ask for such a thing, I have always been a rather demanding creature, a dog, scratching at the door, begging to be let in.

I will be gentle I swear, curl up in your chest, your ribcage can be a temple, your heart the god I bow before, praying you might hold me, if only for a little while.

[tremendously-crazy]

Strangers

Polite, unknowing

Meeting, talking, learning

Days, weeks, months, years

Growing, trusting, loving

Tender, intimate

Friends

[ohowboring]

love personified

I am love. 

I am love in its entirety.

I am anger when love is hurt, and I am tenderness when love is needed.

I am desire when love wants what it doesn’t have, and I am yearning when love has lost what it once had.

I am euphoria when love is in the air, I am pain when love is in despair.

I am open arms and boundaries; safe space and turmoil.

I am jealousy and devotion;  trust and a leap of faith.

I am mutual and unrequited.

I am heartache and heartbreak.

I am love personified.

-kj (@ohowboring)

[notquitepoetrybutsomethingclose]

I love him platonically doesn't sound like enough.

I love him with late night texts and the promise of hugs and walking together to group plans and the offer of a spare room and early birthday presents and food check ins and shared pain and the kind of trust I've never given anyone else.

I don't love him with kisses and touch and desire but don't you dare think for one second that makes it any less real or powerful or important.

[multi-fandomsyndrome]

Who needs romantic love when you have friends

Friends that will sit by you when you’re having a breakdown, crying silently in the hallway. Just sitting next to you allowing you to rest your head on theirs. Their arm around you because they know you need that right then

Friends that know you better than you do, that remind you to take your meds and to eat and drink water. Friends that remind you that it’s okay to be stressed because it will all be over soon.

Friends that say “love you” before they leave, and you know they do in the way that they look, act, be towards you. The way that they hug every time as if it’s the last ever hug yall will have together.

I am so deeply in love with my friends. And if having friends like these mean I will never experience romantic love, then maybe being single isn’t that bad. Because I know I won’t be alone.

[yun-yunera]

"Your heart pumps 2000 gallons of blood per day, equivalent to the amount of gasoline it would take to drive from the Earth to the Moon and back, so when someone tells you that they love you to the Moon and back, they mean that they love you everytime their heart beats, which is constantly."

VS.

What I'd originally sent,

"Your heart pumps 2000 gallons of blood per day, equivalent to the amount of gasoline it would take to drive from the Earth to the Moon and back, so when I tell you that I love you to the Moon and back, I mean that I love you everytime my heart beats, which is constantly."

[poems-of-the-anentomologist]

It’s Not Love

It’s not love

Oh it’s not love

On the surface here

But peel it back

It’s love

Just not the love

You like

The love you can’t

Fit into a box

Some say it’s not love

But it is

It’s the purest form of love there is

And it’s not love

[bbyshifts]

I want a lover|relationship even if I am aroace.

I want to write cute poems to someone,

I want to write cute letters to someone,

I want to hug someone and never letting them go,

I want to kiss someone,

I want to give my love to someone even if platonic.

A QPR or not, just having someone to love too would be amazing.

[ceramicteapot]

touch starved.

a word i had often heard being passed around in my circles. i knew the oxford definition that described it. i “knew” the concept.

but knowledge is not experience.

you can know things you haven’t experienced like space travel, cardiac surgery, childbirth. you can’t long for something you don’t know about- naturally, i lack examples here because i don’t know what i don’t know.

for this precise reason, i knew what the starvation of touch meant but i didn’t understand it, until i was touched lovingly, with intent, with admiration, and with a desire to not be abandoned again, by my friends.

despite having been in romantic relationships, i’ve only experienced this platonically. my family are not a fan of physical affection either. i give it, but it is not returned.

but god, is the feeling all-consuming. something that bites into you in the most delicious of ways, makes your joints crumble into gunpowder, digs crescents into your brain.

i can’t physically see my friends often now. we have lives we need to look after. but i miss the gentle calmness of their hands on my back, the way their nails would scratch my scalp in the winter sun, the way my skin would be covered in lipstick stains in random places.

(i discovered one on my ear as i went to shower one night after a long day at college. precious.)

it’s safe to say that now that i know, i long.

and because i long, i write.