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Love Poetry

~ Long

In an effort to explore how people have expressed love across time – and to finish off my graduation credits – I took a Love Poetry (ENG 50A) class in the Fall of 2025. Admittedly, I also ventured here hoping to illuminate my own clouded feelings from the voices of past poets.

Having not written/(seriously read) in 4 years, I took it pass/fail — and it was initially tough. Coming from a systems-minded CS & Math background, I was stunned by how vividly my classmates' thoughts bloomed in discussions.

But, that astonishment turned into inspiration — and, little by little, I let myself speak.

This space is my offering: a small archive of my appreciation for my classmates, TA, and professor. And for my love for love itself – for people and their beautiful imperfections; for the ordinary days that somehow, quietly, feel like a gift.

🎆 A Beautiful Disorder (12/31/2025)

Something catches fire behind my ribs
when I see you —
not a storm, but smoke
from something I lit myself,
even if I lost the match.

They say love is peace,
but your name moves through me
like warm weather —
windows bowing,
my throat full of thunder.

I know this is madness:
forgetting my keys,
the day,
how to sit still.
Every nail inside me
knows better
and still points to your mouth.

My pulse argues with itself.
It sprints, stalls —
then sings.
Even my thoughts, usually so loyal,
lean toward you like water breaking its banks.

But I am grateful —

not because I don’t know better, because I do.

If I must be undone, then let it be by

this beautiful disorder of feeling for you.

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