my love letter to rom coms

my poetry debut

no matter how fatuous the genre of romance can seem in media, there is nothing more unusually comforting about seeing fictional characters experience the vulnerable emotions that most of us are scared to confront ourselves. i do not care! anyone who doesn’t appreciate a good rom com stands as a coward in the face of love but that’s a topic for another time. 

a particular rom com that i would recommend to anyone looking for a good cry besides the obvious choice of the notebook, would be the movie someone great. not only did this movie convince me that love is absolutely unobtainable at the ripe age of 16 but it also inspired this poem upon recent rewatch. for anyone who has seen this movie, this poem was written in the point of view of the protagonist. heart-wrenching would be an understatement to the magnitude of how this heartbreak effects jenny which is precisely what i was attempting to encapsulate.

my only request upon reading my poetry is to embrace the abstraction, take advantage of the visceral imagery, and enjoy:)

patience by lauren jun

When it all began, I saw gold sparks colliding between our gazes. The instantaneous recognition that we both knew we were right where we were supposed to be. Although our connection was tethered by a phone line, the grip of two invisible mirrors reflecting smoke into our faces was enough. The comfort of knowing that twin flames were of reality and not in the minds of delusion. The progressive grin you would smear across your buxom face right as you grazed that same grin onto my eager lips as if you came up with that idea a moment before the thought was manifested into material. Ensuing excitable experiences just to double the measure when recounting those memories to you. 

The smoke that approached the reflective visions we saw in ourselves as the phone line started to wither. Waiting ever so patiently to see the repairs in the unfixable glass bouncing our dust off the surface. The flames in our zippered souls were ignited but then sweat blood. 

With nobody around, I feel you visiting trespassed land as I am crestfallen with the erosion of our once-fond souvenirs residing in my mind. Comforting myself with your envisioned pain telling me you miss my tether more than I could ever know. The peace experienced conceptualizing the sun rotation joining us as one once again. 

The words I wish I had said to you: 

Will my touch scar more than my loss? Did you visualize our planned sun rotations the way I did? Are you looking for a chance to fulfill my unrequited connection with an inanimate phone line? Does the thought of finding someone feel as far as your delay in decision?