Hopeless in Love by Doraliz A. Orengo Molina
- upragenglishpublic
- Aug 29
- 3 min read
Maybe was the last time?
If loving you was easy, why does it hurt me?
I watch you leave all the time, but this time it hurts.
It’s like I knew something that you didn’t know.
I wish you could tell me that I was the one… but I already know the answer.
All my friends tell me that you’re not the one… but I didn’t care.
I looked at you like it was the last time.
You looked at me like it was the first time.
I grabbed your hand as if I had done it all my life.
You grabbed my hand like a boy having a new gift for Christmas.
I said to myself, this is the last time that I would try.
I imagined that you would say that was the first time you would try.
You feel so right, at the same time so wrong.
Maybe it was all in my head, but it feels so real to me.
I don’t know if I still love you or not. but I know that I will remember that moment for the rest of my life.
I wrote this poem when I was 15 and it belongs to my first collection of poems called The Mind of a Teenager. This is probably the first poem I wrote while crying because it has such sentimental meaning to me. This poem saved me in many ways—the history behind it is a devasting one and maybe the love that taught me the most lessons regarding my love life. Fun fact: I listen to a song during the process of writing and for this one I listened to “The Last Time” by Taylor Swift featuring Gray Lighthouse (most of these songs are Taylor Swift’s, sorry not sorry).
Smiles and giggles
I smile when I’m comfortable with people.
It is just a demonstration of how they make me feel secure and loved.
I loved doing it since I was a kid.
I smiled at you and looked at the floor and when I gazed back
I saw your amusing face smiling back at me but with something that I had never seen or heard before in response to that a giggle.
Those giggles that babies do when they’re happy.
Can you feel my heart beating?
It is not beating… it’s racing like a heart stoppage of love.
I’m not in love with you… but why do I keep replaying that scene as if it was the first time I saw something?
This poem belongs to my ninth collection of poems, Lost in Translation with Hope. I think I lied to my myself in this poem because I was in love with this guy, like a lot—probably kind of still am. I think, since I was a kid, I preferred a sweet, quiet but still fun love and this is a demonstration of it. The song that inspired this poem is “Sweet Nothing” by Taylor Swift.
The Sorceress
She said that everyone should have a happy ending.
No matter if the person didn’t deserve it, they should have one epic love story.
But she looked at herself and said, “She’s doesn’t deserve that.
She’s cursed!
How can one love someone who’s cursed for generations?
She wasn’t the exception.
She will never be!”
Foolish girl, thinking she should be the exception.
She didn’t play with dark magic but somehow it got her.
She’s only loved one person and that was enough for them to sail away from her.
She’s begged the ancestors; they have to change the divination.
It’s so unfair not to do it.
She was the definition of love!
But that wasn’t enough.
The world may find love but she shall never find it.
The moon and the sun shall find love first.
The veil upon the mirror fell and it was revealed, I was the sorceress.
I was about to proclaim everyone’s love story but not my own.
This is from the most recent collection I have, Never Enough to be Something. I have never had a relationship, especially teenage love, which I yearned for since I was a kid. I love love and my favorite line is: “She was the definition of love!” The song that inspired this poem is “The Prophecy” by Taylor Swift.
