×
Grades level iconsGrades 9–10
Genre information iconPoetry
Resource type iconWriting

Limitless Love

Leenoa/LeeLee A., Age 14, 826 Valencia
A young poet laments on an unrequited love.
About the Author

LEENOA was born in Federal Way in Seattle, Washington and she’s fourteen years old. She plays a wide range of sports. She loves writing poems and doing art. She’s Samoan and mixed with other cultures. She wants to study photography and communication and she dreams to help people out as a community and as a country to help low income people with support and resources they need and want.

Limitless Love

I wish I could be in love with someone like you

      Two souls intertwined, reflecting on the faces of those we left behind

      We hug, and I can feel my knees getting uneasy,

      Last time we hugged, you told me I loved you, a sweet young girl, little soul so damaged like mine, finally felt something within a lifetime,

      My chest is getting heavy, I’m always waiting on something that will never happen. I’m sorry I can’t hear over the war in my mind trying to find out who I am, where I’m from, what I’m doing. In love with a man who sees me as if I was a rose in a garden filled with lilies. I’m sorry that I was never good enough to give you the happiness that you’ll forever feel. I hope you want me for the destination and not the journey. Someone once touched my soul with dirty hands making me half of a person. I feel whole in front of you but still, I feel like a dead man walking.

      Have you ever been so homesick for wanting to be in someone’s arms?

      I still repeat the thing you said to me in my head, my silence is louder than your words.

      You talk about your girlfriend a lot. I wonder what her face looks like. Why is it so important to you the way she looks, the way she talks, the way she loves in a way that no other woman should? Still, I could, I will, and I want to.

      You made me a poet, the feeling you made me feel when I’m too numb to feel anything, lost and stuck little behind from everyone else and ran out of any type of luck. You have eyes but can you see? You have ears, but can you hear? You have a mouth, but can you say my name one more time for me? You’ll forever be my first place to go to when my mind searches for a peace of mind but you are a peace of mind that I need to find. I wonder what I look like behind your pretty brown eyes. You were someone who I needed the most but also showed me that I don’t need anybody, I could read your body language like it was an open book, but I can’t speak the same language as you. But silence seems the only language I am really fluent in.

 

***

This piece was originally published in 826 Valencia’s Breathing Between the Future and the Past.

See More Writing at this Level