Love’s Surrender

A palindromic poem — forward and reverse.

💔 Experimental Forms: Palindromic Poems

I’ve been drawn to poems that don’t just speak—but reflect. I haven’t posted many of the experimental ones.
This one folds in on itself. Reads forward, then backward.
It’s not symmetry for symmetry’s sake—it’s how memory distorts, how love echoes.

This is Love’s Surrender.
Let me know which direction hurt more.

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This feels like love.
It wasn’t sudden. I was wrong when I said,
It bloomed like bruises beneath my ribs.
I tried to calm the storm.
But silence frayed the seams.
I opened into the wound.
Through your eyes—those quiet knives—I was seen.
I braced for the tremor—wordless, sharp.
I waited like dusk.
I hoped like prayer.
I fell like rain. I felt the quake before it happened.
My words were ash.
It felt like surrender.

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It felt like surrender.
My words were ash.
I fell like rain. I felt the quake before it happened.
I hoped like prayer.
I waited like dusk.
I braced for the tremor—wordless, sharp.
Through your eyes—those quiet knives—I was seen.
I opened into the wound.
But silence frayed the seams.
I tried to calm the storm.
It bloomed like bruises beneath my ribs.
It wasn’t sudden. I was wrong when I said,
This feels like love.

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🪞For the Ones Who Look Twice

If this format stirred something in you—
Restack it. Leave a thought. Share it with someone still stuck in the loop.
Which line stayed with you in both directions?
Which one reversed you?

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