I had a recipe for a lasting love.
Made from scratch from my heart.
I stirred up the ingredients for a hopeful future.
A dash of understanding.
A dollop of support.
Lots of love and dedication.
Topped with all I have to give.
The dish for a forever romance.
Upon my hands I placed my heart.
Offering my all to you.
A platter of promise.
I watched as you devoured my creation.
Little did I know you had a recipe of your own.
A cup of mind games with a side of blame.
Chaos and destruction is what you served.
Reheated leftover heartache.
Leaving me to feel guilty for the recipe of love I made.
Licking your fingers at the mess you made of me.
I stare at my empty platter of promises.
The one I made especially for you.
I thought I had a recipe for a lasting love.
Perhaps that still holds true.
Something was missing from the list of ingredients.
That something was someone not you.
-Asia Aneka Anderson, Platter Of Promise 2016©
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What I Don't Deserve
I don’t deserve to be alone.
All the love in the world.
So much care stored inside.
Bursting to share with the man of my dreams.
Alas, I am alone.
In ways I always have been.
Somedays seems I always will be.
I don’t deserve this feeling.
What’s wrong with my love?
Why do many reject it?
My destiny so bleak.
I don’t deserve this loneliness.
Wasted time.
Hopes up.
Left to feel broken inside.
No explanations.
Just memories left behind.
An absence of reciprocated feeling.
I’m here.
All alone.
Left to sort through this feeling.
A feeling I don’t deserve.
-Asia Aneka Anderson, What I Don’t Deserve 2016©
All the love in the world.
So much care stored inside.
Bursting to share with the man of my dreams.
Alas, I am alone.
In ways I always have been.
Somedays seems I always will be.
I don’t deserve this feeling.
What’s wrong with my love?
Why do many reject it?
My destiny so bleak.
I don’t deserve this loneliness.
Wasted time.
Hopes up.
Left to feel broken inside.
No explanations.
Just memories left behind.
An absence of reciprocated feeling.
I’m here.
All alone.
Left to sort through this feeling.
A feeling I don’t deserve.
-Asia Aneka Anderson, What I Don’t Deserve 2016©
"Two Artists", 2016(c)
Poem by: Asia Aneka Anderson
Artwork by: Henry Samuel, Jr.
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