Open Sorcery

Tag: love poem

  • I wrote this today. It’s called “why I love you”.

    you asked me once 
    suspended over a chasm of grief 
    why I loved you 
    I couldn't string the words around you to tell you then
    so I shall attempt to tell you now 

    you are a lavender field 
    earth still wet from spring rain
    and loving you is learning to dance again 
    hair still wet through the rows of flowers on 
    these crippled legs 
    no matter how long it takes to get the steps right
    no matter how long it takes to move without falling 
    you are a game of chance 
    and loving you is taking the tenderest risk I've 
    ever known 
    loving you is lilac, pale blue, and gold like the 
    subtle ring around your irises when you look at 
    me

    loving you is slow mornings and evenings that 
    always seem to go too fast 
    loving you is enough memories to fill a Martian 
    year and enough emotion to fill an entire planet 
    loving you is savoring 1001 days and nights 
    for all they're worth and never, ever taking each 
    other for granted
    loving you is allowing myself to be broken open
    and reborn, again and again 
    loving you is allowing you to do the same 
    and loving you is meeting the people you love 
    (because it's never just been us against 
    this crazy world)
    and finding that I trust you even more after doing 
    so because they're some of the finest people 
    I've ever known 

    you are multiverses 
    you are adventure 
    you are passion and fire 
    you are the ripple of time dancing 
    you are everything and nothing at once 
    loving you is learning to hold all of that
    in a single touch (and God does it feel so good) 
    I bet everything I had and then some on you
    because the moment I saw you, I knew I was 
    yours 
    and I would fucking do it again in a heartbeat 
    that is why I love you. 
    -Allēna 12/1/2025

  • I wrote this poem at roughly 5:30, 6 o’ clock this morning.

    It’s called “love letter to the predawn hours”. 

    at this time of day I could be anything 
    as the inky blue remainder of the night
    holds me like a child. instead, I find I want to be nothing and everything but myself. 
    I only pray I spend it well
    and that I am good company. not angry, but soft
    and gentle. my mask falls off because I don't have 
    to dance for the eyes that do not watch me now 
    and my hands and body are the right kind
    of firm and strong, if only for now. 

    at this time of day I want to be a good houseguest,
    a silent ghost, a near fugitive, stealing soft across
    the floor, taking in the joy of the wee hours of the morning like the thief I was always told I was growing up, but flipping the script this time. 5:46 keeps me safe from prying eyes and I keep its silence sacred in return as I would a lover, nurturing the ideas it gives me and even cherishing the hum of the fridge in the next room and the slow creaks of the house as the melodies they are. this time of day has always woken me gently, and I am remembering how to hear the music of the world again.

    -Allēna 9/7/2025

  • I went to the poetry workshop with Emerson again today and as such, I come bearing gifts.

    This was the result of a TTRPG roll and it’s called “everything’s coming up lavender”

    i was 17 when you first came to me
    mind threatening to unravel in shades of crimson

    now i swear everything's coming up lavender and
    golden brown, i'm much madder now and 
    while i can't say things are fine in this pit 
    of snakes we live in, at least i feel
    somewhat safe now that i found the melody i
    was looking for 

    the problem is that i sought you high and
    low in all the wrong places, wrote my best songs
    and lines to all the wrong people
    it's sad to say that you found me at my worst, but
    you loved me anyway

    i'm a stubborn piece of shit and i know 
    you know that, so are you
    that's part of why i love you so fucking much
    neither of us know when to quit when we know exactly what we want

    so are we living the dream? maybe not yet
    but do we have the grit to get there?
    absofuckinglutely. and one thing's for certain
    i know i will never be bored again

    so thank you. thank you for not
    giving up on this raging bitch 
    thank you for sticking it out because
    i loved you endlessly then and i love you endlessly now

    -Allēna 8/3/2025

    Here's the TTRPG if you want to snag a copy for yourself!
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