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Luisa Herrmann Poem
Love doesn’t know limits
Love doesn’t understand history
Nor cares.
Love doesn’t understand structure
Or patterns.
Love doesn’t comprehend fire
Or how the brighter it burns
The faster it fades.
Love doesn’t know
How much it’s absence hurts
Once you’ve tasted it
You’re gone.
And love doesn’t know
How inconvenient it is
That you are beside me
Hardly noticing my craving for you
Hardly seeing my fingers twitching
Yearning to entrap themselves in your hair
Hardly hearing my deep breathing
Trying to get myself under my own control.
No, love doesn’t know how annoying it can be.
But you’re right here beside me
And the light is hitting me just right
And your eyes are shifting towards my lips
So why not?
God, this is gonna hurt.
Copyright © Luisa Herrmann | Year Posted 2019
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Luisa Herrmann Poem
She didn’t have the classic big blue eyes.
She had eyes the color of chocolate.
Ones that glowed when she smiled,
Ones that twinkled when she laughed.
She didn’t have pale, porcelain skin.
Her skin was tinted
From hikes
And from beach days.
She didn’t have blonde,
Glowing hair.
Her hair was dark
The color of fresh soil.
She wasn’t pencil-thin.
Her cheeks were filled out and rounded.
She had a soft chin
And a full belly.
She wasn’t long and tall.
She was shorter,
5’ 3”,
And looked up to see the world.
She didn’t notice these things.
Until the world told her as much.
But she put on a bright yellow raincoat
And let the world slide down and away.
She wasn’t the prettiest one.
But she still glowed.
Copyright © Luisa Herrmann | Year Posted 2019
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Luisa Herrmann Poem
Once upon a time
A boy and a girl
Fell in love and fell deep
Were on top of the world.
Not the strongest seas
Could wear away our love
So I took your hand and watched
Our lives soar like doves.
Not the loudest, howling wind
Could ever break my heart.
And I suppose that that was the truest truth
Until we grew apart.
I had big dreams to visit the world
While you had dreams of family.
And I wasn’t ready to give up on freedom
When I realized that freedom was simply fantasy.
As my heart broke,
So did my resolve.
And I stopped coming to you
With these problems I couldn’t solve.
And every single frozen night,
I cried myself to sleep.
For why would you want to listen to my problems
When you had your own to keep?
And so we went our separate ways
With many pillowed goodbyes.
And when I felt I couldn’t let you go,
I suppose I never really tried.
And I wept even harder in my sleep
When I thought you were the source of my tears.
And I tried to get you away from my mind
All these long, long years.
And I guess that was my worst mistake.
Something I never should’ve done.
Because even though I continued to look for love,
I didn’t want to realize you were the only one.
I had to shut you out of my life
And yet I never loved again.
Sure, I had another fling or two,
But they were never half the friend.
I knew I couldn’t have you,
So I forced myself not to try.
A war in my body,
An endless race,
But I wasn’t willing to say goodbye.
Fate is a cruel,
Wicked witch,
And it seems I just learned so.
For when I look back on you now,
I never really let go.
I would ask myself
If you were thinking of me.
Of course not.
How silly.
I thought that
Maybe it would be better
If one day,
You were away from me forever.
I wouldn’t have to see you anymore.
If one day, you were gone.
You wouldn’t be dangled right between my fingers
As loud as an incessant gong.
And the years went by,
And we grew old.
We lived our lives.
Not together, as we once wished.
But you were gone a thousandfold.
And now, you’ve passed.
Away from this mortal coil.
And maybe I should be grateful
That you can no longer think of “that girl”.
And that’s why when you ask me,
“Why?” .
I’ll never really know.
‘Cause even though,
You’re long, long, gone,
I was never good at letting go.
Because it’s funny how we don’t know we care
Until the one we love is gone.
Copyright © Luisa Herrmann | Year Posted 2019
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Luisa Herrmann Poem
If we had fifty seconds to live
what would you tell me?
Would you use me as a vessel of confessions
or would you tell me things you once wished only I knew
Would you cry to your aunt,
apologizing for not kissing her last Thanksgiving?
Or would you apologize to me,
for crushing my heart a million years ago?
Would you scream and beg for more time
Or would you hold my hand
convince me that you are happy to die by my side?
Would you kiss me for lust in your final moments
or would you give me time to empty my soul
Would you lie
and say you always have loved me?
I guess I'll never know
I have much more
than fifty seconds.
I have the rest of my life
to fight the memory of you.
Copyright © Luisa Herrmann | Year Posted 2019
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