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TS Feb 23
11.29.23 I'll start the story and then never finish it because there will always be more to write. There will always be more to our story. Or so I hope.




2.2.24 I started the story and never finished because missing you cuts too deep to write of our missed adventures. There are no more words left to our story.




Because it's not our story anymore.




-t.s.
TS Feb 23
He's gone.

And that kinda *****.

He wasn't who I thought he was. He was more capable of anger and ruthlessness than I imagined. Saying things that tear out the most vulnerable parts and stab them to bits.

He was more childish than I thought he'd be for his age. He spends recklessly, doesn't have handsoap in his bathroom, and watches TV from a desk chair.

He was flaky and shady. Giving little information and being dodgy about his phone and whereabouts. He consistently cancelled plans and left me in the lurch.

He was never going to think about someone else for a change or be truly and deeply mindful of his significant other.

He had a sharp tongue and a hard head. If I didn't select every word carefully, he would snap and say horrible things.

He didn't let her go. As much as he would deny it, Priya still has a hold on him. He can't let her go. He would say terrible things about her and then also say I was like her.  He would delete her messages and lie about her texting him. He carried through the trauma and treated me like her. He wanted a relationship to just pick up where that one left off and not put the effort into 'dating'. I was a continuation of his previous relationship - all the history but only the good person.

He was boastful and also self-deprecating.

He drank too much and smoked too much.

He didn't follow through on things he said he would do.

He love bombed me and then pulled away to where I felt empty.

He's gone.

And that kinda *****.

And I'm sad that I still miss him.



-t.s.
Oh love,
When will it be
That thoughts
Of her will
Stop pumping
Through my veins,
Carrying undelivered
Letters that I can’t send,
Things like,
“Let me love you again,
Be it in between shadows or
In the plain light of day”
But love, you don’t dish
Out an easy game to play,
It’s cruel and it aches in
My bones and pulls on
The rope that I thought
was a leash.
And love, i don’t think
I’ll ever love again,
It feels unfair to love
Anyone like I loved her,
And because im writing
About her again,
Maybe it’s my sentence
To never forget.
Jeremy Betts Jan 17
Good times are so few and far between
Hardly seen
Never lasting
If I never find another, what do you think that could mean?
Blink and you'll miss 'em
So I remove the eyelids, see, I can listen
And I don't sleep for a reason
I hear that's deaths cousin...
...it's not the weirdest thing to believe in

©2024
Dani Just Dani Dec 2023
I ponder while laying down
In between rosemary shrubs
What has been going on with you
My love.

I grab ahold of the wind,
Tie a ribbon around its feet,
A letter written on a leaf
In petals and twigs attached,
In hopes of you sending your
Voice to bless me with peaches
and the morning sun.

I love being by myself,
I love the silence,
But then it gets darker than dark
And I can’t get asked how my
Day is going, because it doesn’t
Know where to go.

I know the echo of a person,
Is not a person at all,
But it’s nice to sit with the
You that reminds me of you,
A memory of a memory
Will comfort me while
I wait for the wind
To lift up the smell of rosemary
Up to my upper lip,
Even if it’s just disappointment
That it brings.

I know missing you
Doesn’t mean anything,
But that we had something great,
But oh, to have lived in
The middle of an open field
In spring while you, blossoming in love
And everything that comes with it
Laid down your arms and me my pride.

Oh, to have loved.
Oh, to have done.
Oh, to have heard.
Oh, to have done.
Oh, to have held.
Oh, to have done.

Oh, to have done.

I want to see you,
Not in the reflection
In the puddle of rain water,
But in skin and bone and
Sun and warmth.

Let me love you again
Or
Let me say goodbye

One last time.
“I can’t exactly describe how I feel, but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold”
White Shadow Dec 2023
In the hush of twilight, a father's absence weaves,
Threads of longing, a heart forever grieves.
Lost at eleven, your warmth fades away,
Yet in my soul's landscape, your presence will stay.

I glimpse your shadow in the whispers of the wind,
A love profound, where memories rescind.
Though your laughter eludes my growing ears,
In my heart's embrace, your joy appears.

An idol unmet, a mythic embrace,
Yearning for stories, your wisdom to trace.
I strive to embody the lessons you'd share,
In life's intricate dance, I sense you there.

Days of triumph and nights of despair,
I ache for your guidance, for your tender care.
A father's embrace, an untouchable dream,
Yet, in fleeting moments, your love does gleam.

I miss you, dear father, in every heartbeat,
In the quiet moments when nostalgia's seat,
Becomes a throne for our moments untold,
A tale of love, more precious than gold.
Dedicated to my father
Goddess Rue Nov 2023
Blinking never was a
scary thing for me,
But missing you made it be.
You're delicate, I fear.
Us too.
And I'm afraid I might be.
Aahoc Nov 2023
I don't miss you.
I miss my muse.
I don't miss the pain.
I miss the inspiration.
I don't miss the doubts and fears.
I miss the longing tears.
I don't miss your voice.
I miss the silence between your words.
I've come to realize that I don't need you...
I just need another muse.
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