That Kind of Love. {Poem}

Via Rebecca Lammersen
on Sep 5, 2013
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I never plan to write poetry, it just happens.

It’s like a dust storm that blows through my hand and soils the paper with words. I wrote this in under 10 minutes right before I fell asleep the other night. It poured out of me.

I love writing poetry, because it doesn’t have to be perfect or even make sense, it is simply what my heart is singing in that moment and thank goodness I usually have a pen nearby.

Here’s my latest gust. Enjoy.

That Kind of Love

Yeah, I believe in love.
The kind you can’t hide from, you know?

The kind of love you miss when
he gets up to go to the bathroom,
or to get a glass of water,
and he walks back in,
like a soldier, comin’ home from an eighteen month deployment.

That kind of love.

The kind of love, when you meet for the first time,
you know he’s the one you want to give your love to—all of it,
hand it over like he was robbing you in the alley,
and your life depended on it.
Even if he ran and you never saw him again,
you’d give him everything you’ve got, cause it’s that kind of love.

The kind of love that drowns you,
in conversations until two in the morning about everything and anything.
You can’t remember the starting point,
you just know you don’t want it to end.

The kind of love television is ban from,
and, when you do watch a movie,
you are more fascinated with the dialogue between your limbs and your fingers to his stubble.
Yeah, that kind of love.

The kind of love that can’t get any deeper,
because if it did you might never surface again.
Like getting pummeled by the wave you just couldn’t catch in time—
Only to get swept in it’s somersault.
There is no way to swim out of it—
You are part of it now.
Up or down doesn’t exist.
Yeah, that kind of love.

The kind of love you can’t fight,
because if you do,
you will always lose, it will overtake you,
despite your efforts.

The kind of love that is impossible to find and impossible to keep,
so you don’t even try.
If it finds you,
you are captured and you have to surrender.

The kind of love that has been stalking you your whole life,
only to become part of the slide show—
you and he growing up in parallel universes,
through the seasons of t-ball and dance classes,
fishing trips and graduations and then,
you t-bone one another somewhere a third through your life,
when you’d given up,
and loneliness became your boyfriend.

The kind of love that uncovers a smile you never knew existed,
and a lightness borrowed from the clouds.

The kind of love that doesn’t want to be patient,
but must learn to be,
because you can’t feel this way, this fast—
It’s not right.
Yeah, that kind of love.

The first date was the final date,
and then, you were just together,
like you had always been.

A kind of love that isn’t kind to time,
it doesn’t want to wait anymore,
it wants to break free and create it’s own clock.

It isn’t great love.
It isn’t making love.
It isn’t perfect love—
It’s life.

The kind of love that brings you to life,
never to die again.
You can’t die,
not with this kind of love in your heart.
You are immortal now.

Yeah, that kind of love.

by Rebecca Lammersen 


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Ed: Bryonie Wise


About Rebecca Lammersen

Rebecca Lammersen is the founder of Yogalution, an intimate, boutique style yoga studio in Scottsdale, AZ. I love being alive. I love being a mother. I love teaching yoga. I love to write. I love to know. I love to not know. I love to learn. I love to listen. I love to read. I love to swim. I love to travel. I love to dance. I love to help. I love to serve. That pretty much sums me up. For daily inspirations, check out Rebecca's website. Visit her yoga studio website and peruse her articles at The Huffington Post. You can also find her on Facebook. Subscribe to Rebecca's feed and never miss a post!


54 Responses to “That Kind of Love. {Poem}”

  1. Cassie says:

    This is perfect… and exact. Seriously. For real. I finally found it.

  2. This is absolutely beautiful. I write in the same way: it just pours out of me. I usually don’t even see it coming, and then all of a sudden it just erupts.

  3. jodeen says:

    beautiful. Describes the feeling perfectly. The type of love youre lucky to find, and even luckier if its mutually returned . The best poems are often the ones that just strike us when we’re in the middle of something and we HAVE to write them down. Thank you.

  4. Swatika Jotwani says:

    Thank you so much for this post.. I too feel the same way for my fiance my love <3

    Yes when I met him I realised that he's the one whom I want to give my heart n soul

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