I look to the cards for reassurance things will turn out alright that I am doing all of the important things to light the flame to a bright future that my past is now behind me and I will no longer be chained to it that Iβll fully live in my present
So here is a short anecdote before I start my review and how I ended up buying βLoving Herβ. In late February, my bank was merging with another bank and the bank had issued me a new debit card but I was confused as to when it would be active. I was still using my old debit card and wanted to check if it was still working and of course decided to buy something off Amazon to do it. I already had “Loving Her” on my Wishlist and in true BPD impulsivity I bought it within a few minutes. I didnβt read the reviews or much about it. I just knew it was a poetry book about love and that seemed like a good reason to buy it. And after reading it, I can say that this is one of those times my BPD impulsivity really worked for me because I really enjoyed this book.
Timothy Robareβs Poetry collection β Loving Her” really resonated with me in various ways . When I first started reading this book, I thought wow, the next guy I get serious about is getting a copy of this book to understand how a woman wants to be loved. Dudes ,take my advice, if you want to understand women, pick up this book and read it. . What I loved about this book is how Robare offers a unique and raw openness by sharing his experiences with love in this book. He reveals a complicated story of the turmoil and miracle that love can be and feel like. Reading this felt like reading a journal filled with Robareβs most private and intimate thoughts about love. This book is divided into 6 sections which are: βHow I Want to Love Herβ, βHow I Do Love Herβ, βHow I Cannot Love Herβ, βHow I Did Love Her”, βHow I Learned to Love Herβ, and βElizabethβ. I will talk about a poem or 2 poems from each section that really impacted me.
The first section βHow I Want to Love Her” is exactly what the title of the section implies. Reading the poetry from this section made me think, βHmm, I want to be loved like that.β One poem that really spoke to me was Curves and Crashes because of how Robare expresses his feelings for his partner in a way that made my jaded black heart almost melt. This is presented in the lines βShe is not perfect, I never wanted perfect/I only want all that she isβ (Robare) really shocked me because I thought βDamn, that there are men in this day and age who can express their feelings for their partners in such a beautiful wayβ.
In the second section, “How I Do Love Herβ, Robare covers poetry about conflicting feelings about love. A poem that resonated with me was Carver-Robare speaks with passion about the juxtaposition of feelings love can bring. This is shown with the first few lines “She cuts smiles into my face/Carves sorrow into my heart/ Love is deathβ (Robare). I relate to the anxiety I have felt when my partner brought me love along with pain. Itβs a complicated and uneasy emotion to deal with but Robare presents this feeling in an accurate way. Another poem I related to in this section is Jealous . This poem talks about the powerful and intense feelings that jealousy can bring. This is presented in the lines- βHe looks at her/I want to vaporize himβ (Robare). Oh man, Iβve felt that many times in relationships. It could be an unhealthy way to be possessive over someone but itβs just how it is or has been for some of us.
In the third section βHow I Cannot Love Herβ deals with anxiety and conflict felt during a relationship. The poem that I related to was Lightning Crashes. It that talks about how chemistry can come into play when resolving a conflict. This is shown in the lines, βTears fell down like lightning/ Apologies constantly following thunder/Lips struck like matches/ catching my heart on fire/every timeβ (Robare). This reminded me of being with one particular partner who I would constantly fight with. I would get so mad at him that I wanted to punch him but then he would kiss me and well the fight would stop. With him, it was like one touch on my hand or a kiss and I was breathless with desire. Robare did an outstanding job presenting this sentiment. Another poem I liked from this section was Run. It’s a poem about the anxiety you have when you donβt feel good enough for your partner. This is presented in the lines βI need to run/ So I donβt hurt her, Donβt let her down/Thatβs what Iβm good at after allβ (Robare). There have been so many times I’ve had this feeling in relationships and I asked myself questions or had thoughts like βWhat does he see in me?β, β I donβt deserve someone as good as himβ and βHow long will it be before he leaves me?β Itβs a dark and scary place to be and Robare expresses this in a very honest and vulnerable way.
The fourth section βHow I did love herβ talks more of the complexities of love. I love the poem Whole Eyes because it shows how spell binding falling in love can feel like. The lines βHer damn mesmerizing eyes/For once I felt home/ the home Iβve always cravedβ (Robare). When I fall in love, thatβs how it feels like for me, that person feels like a home I want to forever reside in. Itβs a lovely feeling to feel like you have someone to call home. The other poem from this section that I liked was Broken Bones because of the raw and intense way Robare explained the pain of a breakup with the lines βShe reached in me/Somewhere I canβt explain/ pull something out/ with a catastrophic painβ (Robare) Itβs a feeling I know too well. A breakup to me feels like a pain so terrible , itβs a catastrophe in my world. I admire Robare for not shying away from talking about the intensity of grief that is felt because of a breakup.
The fifth section, βHow she taught me to loveβ presents the positive side of love. I like the poem Unwavering because it talks about a βsecure kind of loveβ. The lines βShe began to build me up/Higher than I had ever risenβ. Itβs incredible how the right partner can build you in a way that βs empowering. Another poem I loved from this section was Extinction which presents how wonderful love can be. The lines βI know we arenβt perfect, not even close/ But it is a small glimpse of perfectionβ (Robare) Being with a good partner can feel like that. The world falls away while youβre consumed by making this perfect memory of love with them. Itβs an invigorating and powerful feeling of euphoria.
The sixth section βElizabethβ is dedicated to his latest breakup and wow this chapter really resonated with me. I could write about how I related to each poem but I wonβt do that to y βall. Instead Iβll write about the two poems that really spoke to me. The poem Late Nights really resonated with me, especially the lines βI wonder how it was so easy, how you did it so quickly/I am in a million pieces, which ones first, how do I pickβ (Robare) When I go through the grief on a breakup, I think Iβm the only one that feels pain and hurt and assume that for them, it was easy to break things off and walk away unscathed. And Iβm left shattered and Iβm angry. I remember thinking at one time that I was over dramatic saying one ex left me shattered in a million pieces but now I think it was an accurate description to how I felt at the time. Another poem I liked was Best. The poem is about wanting to always be there for your ex. I give Robare a lot of credit for having the maturity do this. The lines , β I am always here, if you ever needed anything because forever is what I meantβ (Robare) . Itβs admirable that he can do this because I honestly canβt. It would be nice if I could but I lack the emotional maturity to do so. This is also a beautiful poem because of how Elizabethβs humanity is conveyed in a way that respects her. I also want to add that reading this section added an element of healing to my life. It shifted my perspective a bit on some past trauma from past romantic relationships.
What I also found refreshing about this book is that while there were lots of raw emotions to be felt I really didnβt find him blaming any of his exes. In fact, I hold Robare in high esteem with how he expressed his accountability for his actions and how he really respected the humanity of his past partners throughout the book even when he was talking about something really painful. There is hardly any saltiness to be found anywhere in this book, for that you can just read my blog. Lol. Seriously, reading Robareβs poetry inspired me to change my direction a bit in how I write about love. Iβm not going to drastically change how I write but I could do better in shifting my perspective a bit and instead of constantly writing about how love is shit, I could write more about how love can be a good thing. I also think Robare is very talented for putting into words what many of us are too scared to express. He’s brave for that. I also want to thank Tim Robare for writing this book and publishing it because it almost felt like serendipity for me to buy it and read it at the time that I did. And of course, I highly recommend this book if you like poetry that speaks to your heart. Below is the link for Loving Her:
Consorting with this newfound empowerment is overwhelming and lonely at times I finally understand that never again do I have to depend on a man for anything- and I breathe a huge sigh of relief I no longer use them to determine my worth based on whether any of them pay attention to me I no longer use them for validation and no longer make myself small for their ego I now determined my own self worth and this is the moment Iβve been waiting for since the age of 15
I wrote a version of this poem in 2005. It was about my frustration with the relationship I was in at the time.
Drown in passion
Iβm hanging on to my last thread of sanity trying to accommodate to our new reality I know monotony happens even in the best relationships but this feels like the death of our love Where did your yearning for me go? You used to worship me and call me Godly now I can barely get you to look at me and when I say anything, you call me crazy so Iβm going to swallow my words and pretend Iβm okay with this charade of love
no fuck you and your pedantic machismo- oh and PWM =privileged white male
I light a candle, put on music, and pay tribute to all that I will never be- itβs not like Iβm denying myself possibilities or opportunities Iβm just acknowledging certain realities Iβll never have the proper words, the necessary pretentious words of the upper class pedigree to be published in one of those prestigious journals or win a pulitzer prize Iβll never be seen as an equal in American because Iβll always be a foreigner and while this brings me a certain kind of grief I also celebrate how different I am Iβll never filter my words or fake eloquence or elegance to make myself digestible to those with multiple degrees Nah, Iβm a mosaic masterpiece, with my bad grammar, my simple vocabulary and my powerful and emotionally charged phrases Iβm not and never will be for those with sensitive ears or palettes and Iβll always take pride in that
I think one of the best things about having a family of your own is making up your own traditions. One of my favorite traditions I have with my boys is watching βAbout a Boyβ every Thanksgiving while we wait for dinner or afterwards. I started this tradition in 2008 when my oldest was 10 and my middle son was 3. The first time we watched it we had just moved into our new place and me and their dad hadnβt gotten around to getting internet and hardly had any furniture so we had to make do with the DVDs we had on hand to entertain the boys. For whatever reason, we watched that movie a few times. I remember watching it for the first time with my boys and all of these questions about mental health my then 3 year old had and how concerned he was for the mom in the movie. It was just such a sweet moment for me. A couple of years ago, my oldest son gave me the blu-ray dvd version of the movie to upgrade it from my old DVD copy. I love the message in the movie about how βno man is an islandβ and we all need community from friends and family to make life enjoyable and worth living.Β
me and my birthday twin throughout the years…
My other favorite tradition involves me and my middle son. I had him on my 24th birthday so we are birthday twins. When our birthday week rolls around, I decide to get desserts almost every day of the week for me and him to celebrate. Sometimes, we do share with our other family members when we feel like it. I started this tradition 4 years ago. We also always get two different cakes of our choice for our actual birthdays. I plan to keep this tradition around as long as he lives with me and/or lives close to me.
so I actually wrote this poem in December of 2022 after I got sick with COVID. This poem was actually inspired by the 2005 poem, “Here we again”- I was editing it to post it on instagram and something about it screamed turn into a poem about your ailment and this is what I ended with. God, my mind was extra crazy with COVID brain. lol.
Another unexpected surprise confirmed with the second pink line Is this Karma coming for me? for wishing this on my enemies this puts a pause on my life for a few days and I lay in bed in a fever haze soon I lose my sense of smell and taste Iβm humbled and make a promise to the universe Iβll be more careful with my words and stop giving into my rancor
we were another lesson in love lost and mourned I tried everything to make it work even where it was past our expiration date I never wanted our children to be products of a broken home but even my best efforts could not fight how different we were or our long term story of incompatibility it wasnβt your fault or mine we were just both too stubborn to see what was in front of us a friendship that shouldβve stayed platonic but you fell in deep for me and I was tired wanted to settle and we made it work until one day I realized it wasnβt enough
I wrote these three poems in November of 2022 when I was still married. One thing I wanted to mention about the first poem is that even though my ex no longer serves me breakfast, he’s still super reliable. For example, my car decided to kiss another car this morning (car accident) and he was the first one I called to help as I was overwhelmed. Granted, we still live in the same house but he didn’t have to come and still came. I’m glad we are still able to be friends despite the fact that we’re divorced. I think that when it comes to love, familial and friendship love is the best kind of love there is out there for me.
my car was trying to kiss another car…
Bloganuary writing prompt
Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
They laid him on my breast and told me, βMeet your baby boyβ and I was in shock the alien on top of me is mine? this wasnβt supposed to be part of my adolescence I’m only seventeen and some days I barely remember to brush my teeth and now I have this great responsibility and his beady and angry eyes questions as to why his comfort was disturb-he already hates the world and I think , same, kid, same
kid krow by Conan Gray-This album was on repeat in 2023 and it either hyped me up or destroyed me -it was wonderful
music and lyrics have always given me a sense of home- itβs how Iβve grown and evolved Itβs how I learned to express my emotions when I couldnβt make sense of anything it fills my soul with love and creativity it makes me feel a sense of belonging in this world that looks down on dark and tortured souls it eases off my loneliness that sometimes makes me crumble and leaves me in shambles
my granddaughters will love me even as they rolls their eyes at me- as I try to awkwardly relate to their slang and taste in music- theyβll be like βabue-thatβs so specialβ and while Iβll know what theyβre trying to say Iβll annoy them even more out of spite or to make them laugh my granddaughters will appreciate that Iβm not like other grandmas
I wrote the poem above a year ago thinking about what kind of grandmother I’d be. One thing is for sure, I won’t be like my mom who goes above and beyond her role of mamacita and is the most wonderful grandmother to mine and my siblings kids. I’ll be different but in a fun way. If I’m blessed/cursed to live a very long life (which could happen because my grandparents on my maternal side have lived past their 90s), I want to be like my grandparents who had a very good quality of life until the end. I want to be as active as possible in my old age.
me with my grandmother in 2014
I also envision myself as a storyteller with my granddaughters gathered around me as I tell them about the olden days before the internet or when we had to take our pictures to the photo place to get them developed. I want to be as candid as possible with them about my misadventures in life and love so maybe they’ll learn from my mistakes and learn to have grace with themselves when they make mistakes. I want to be a safe space for my granddaughters when they have problems. I also want to be like my great-great-grandmother Mercedes who still smiled for the camera in her old age while holding her beer in her hand.
My great great grandmother Mercedes
It would also be kind of ironic if I did live to my 90s and beyond, considering how I’ve been romanticizing death since I was 15. However, at the end of the day, I do love being alive on most days and do try my best to be as healthy as possible to live a long live to annoy my loved ones, especially my granddaughters. I’m kind of excited to see what technological advances I’ll live to see. Like, will AI become part of our everyday existence? I mean, it already is part of mine with Alexa waking me up every day. Will men, gasp, finally do their part and take birth control pills instead of leaving it up to women to take responsibility? Will there be a magic pill for PMDD for future generations of women who can take it so they don’t go to crazy town every month? Will the internet read your algorithms so hardcore they erase any vestiges of anyone you have a falling out with from your phone/social media? I’m not sure if any of these questions will be answered, but it would be great if some of them were.
When I think about the greatest gift someone can give me, it’s trust. I feel like trust is something that comes with being a safe space for them to share their troubles, their concerns, their most private thoughts with me. The inner circle I have now with my family and friends gives me that and I feel honored that I can be that person to them. It is important to have community and be safe spaces for each other when the world continues to be a never ending dumpster fire.
I want the transparency of your being- the stuff you wonβt show anyone else the secrets youβre afraid to share I want your vulnerability in our intimacy Even if you think itβs messy or cringy I promise I wonβt judge and there will be no need for sorries now that Iβm falling for you I want to know every part of you I wonβt do what the others have done to you or me Iβll stay because love means loyalty and honesty
it’s me and my trauma-watch out, there won’t be a story left untold
I hold hands with my trauma and show her off to everyone most people look at her with curiosity some people are horrified my family cringes and and whispers to me, βitβs embarrassing, showing her as some kind of trophyβ I get mad and flip everyone off and me and my trauma link arms and skip on our way to share her story and create drama and chaos who cares if no one understands our process of how sharing her story is the key to my recovery