Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dawn 36s
We began as strangers,
soft collisions in the quiet—
a glance,
a laugh,
a brush of air between us.

I traced the curve of something
that almost was,
afraid to name it,
afraid to break it.
So I held my heart in silence,
loving you where you’d never see.

Every moment pulled me closer—
yet you stayed just far enough
that I could never touch you,
never know if you ever turned toward me.

And maybe it was just me—
the only one who fell,
the only one who waited
for a sign that never came.

And some nights,
when the world is quiet,
it crushes me—
the thought that you must have known,
that you must have felt
the tremor of my heart
and still chose the silence.

My heart broke
not from rejection,
but from the way
we both turned away,
pretending not to see
what hung between us.

Now we are strangers again,
but strangers with memories—
memories that stalk me
like a shadow with teeth,
gnawing at the quiet,
reminding me
that we were once
so close—
and maybe,
somewhere,
still are.

And in the dark,
I hate that a part of me
is still waiting for you.
It's been a long time...
just dumping this here while I let myself marinate in this feeling (yeah, I’m relapsing) HAHAHA
Miegrat Sammri Aug 2018
A fully nourished, lively child,
All bright from outside,
Forget not tho' that kid is,
As hollow as the void inside.
Cassie love Aug 14
I don't know what to call it
unrequited love , maybe
One sided  for sure,
You occupied a space in my heart ,
A drug i couldn't resist ,
A habit forming one.

I longed for your smile ,
Those ocean eyes
Glittering with mischief ,
your stare gave me butterflies
And awoke an extinct part of me

Small details,
like acknowledging my name ,
Made me feel seen ,
Like i mattered .
You opened a gate
Between imagery and realism

I had long nights
Creating our world ,
Where we dominated
And no one else mattered
Yet you had another world -
One i wasn't included in

Still i let you occupy me ,
Even when my mind whispered .
My heart was busy resisting,
And now i doubt
If you even noticed me .

But no_
I will never regret meeting you .
You will always be apart of me ,
Just like a book
I will always refer to .

So this is goodbye ,
From a girl who once felt seen,
Who was ready to give her all ,
Yet was let down .

Sometimes
some people aren't meant to stay .
They are stories left unfinished ,
Those with no final chapters.
Maybe that's what you were

Maybe it's time i choose me
Over us
My dreams over him _
Because i deserve great things .
I always did .
If you ever loved in silence you will reflect yourself here. I wrote this poem in one of my hardest nights of my life. At last it was me choosing myself
Arii Jul 27
The pain
Of being around
You

Burns like a tire fire,
Hurts more than desire,
Tastes like
Brittle charcoal,
Stings
more than
Any promise you broke,

Burns
Li ke
A tire fire,

Hurts
More
Than desire,

Tastes
Like
Brittle charcoal,

Stings
Like
Every
promise I
Broke.

Being around you hurts more

Than being a

Joke.
Kalliope Jul 23
Change the perspective
Like it's an elective
Chosen over the summer
To be my fifth period

Just say you’re happy
Be loving and sappy
Like a 90s sitcom wife
Who’ll never leave her husband

Do what you must do
Plan, not impromptu
Like a 2000s rom-com wedding planner
With a touch of OCD

It’s the deck you bought
The cards want you to rot
As if a deep dive on tarot
Could turn you into an intuitive genius

Mope like a poet
Standing strong like you know it
Like writing your pain
Isn’t still just performance in another font

Process and grieve
You’re so ready to leave
As if leaving my Crocs out of sport mode
Lets me linger longer
Making pain pretty feels awfully wise,
Til you wake up and notice
it's all you can write.
Kalliope Jul 5
I'll speak your name

until it's not pretty anymore

Until it's so sharp and so distorted

it burns my cheeks like acid.
It's what I'm good at, I'm told.
Kalliope Jul 4
Every time I think I'm free,
I'm reminded that I'm not-
Years of separation,
Distance, even blocked.

A helping hand from you
Has always been a trap
Wrapped up in bows,
Pretty, but you'll snap.

I always stand my ground,
Cover my walls in spikes,
Until I think about the little boy you were-
You didn't mean to grow with so much spite.

That's always my downfall-
The child in me sees the child in you,
And I just want to save him,
But only you can save him from you.

So I keep taking these setbacks,
Hoping to show you some light,
But you leave me beat and bruised
When I only wanted you to feel less alone on your darkest nights.

I want a friendship,
Be cordial at least,
But there must be something in me
That makes you so ******* mean.

Still, you don’t let me stray far-
If you can’t have me, no one will.
I want to know sweet love while I’m young,
But maybe that prophecy was never mine to fill.
How many times will I fall for the facade?
You get better and better at dragging it out
And when I'm the one who doesn't believe you, everyone treats me like I'm the ******* now
Kalliope Jul 1
A cleaner slate than ever,
All traces scrubbed away,
And while I can admit I was cowardly,
That’s something you’d never say.

I no longer crave your closure,
The whole picture’s clear to see,
It was never about my well-being
You just found someone else to please.

Which makes it extra ******,
Reaching out just to gloat,
You couldn’t leave me be,
Had to shove it down my throat.

It’s changed my whole perception
Of the soul I thought you had,
I believed all that interlinked *******-
So that’s my ******* bad.

Now you open another playbook,
Most likely filled with the same plays,
And I just have to laugh at myself-
That’s just the way of the game.
There's so many of you who personally reach out to me, which is sweet ❤️ so I'm gonna say in advance I am fine, I just feel very bitter today and I'll be back on the path to loving life again tomorrow ✨️
Kalliope Jun 24
My sisters don’t answer their phones
if their boyfriends are asleep-
hardworking men with shifts in the morning
and reputations to keep.
Lunches to pack, clothes laid out neat,
and they do it all willingly,
from a place of love, how sweet.

I did these things too,
once, long ago.
I gave up my needs
for the good wife show.
But if it’s midnight and I want to speak-
I don’t give a **** if that man is asleep.

When’s he been gentle?
When’s he cared back?
I go to work too-
Where the hell is my slack?
A woman stays quiet to keep a man’s peace,
but is that really worth it
when a part of you dies piece by piece?
But no one wants an angry woman, bitter and cold
I'm still figuring out how to be soft and still bold
Next page