Some poets recite their poems to the moon,
But I'm afraid to do the same,
For I know the moon would abandon all the stars,
And fall to Earth,
Just to be closer to you.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 9:04 PM UTC
I love the moon, but I would never expect it to love me back.
So I do not mind that you speak to the moon of him alone.
My happiness comes simply from the privilege of receiving
The light in my eyes that bounces off your body.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
Do you want love?
Then be gentle.
After all,
You can't hold hands,
With clenched fists.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
Summer comes back every year,
But never brings back those summer days.
It's autumn now, yet I felt something familiar
In the cold morning air.
I think your kisses meant for him,
Got lost in the wind
And found their way to me.
Your lips still think I'm your lover,
Don't they?
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 10:35 PM UTC
And it's strange because you are gone
But the love has grown rather than faded
Like flowers growing on an abandoned path
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 12:51 PM UTC
Today I visited the park we used to play at
I saw the swings we sat on
And it was strange
Because I saw a little girl
With the same eyes as yours
Seated on the same swing
You used to sit on long ago
And next to her, you were there
Holding another man's hand
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 12:34 PM UTC
I love you still even if you don't know it
I wanted to tell you that
I married a man I never met before
On our wedding night he took me to bed
He called me his flower
While I was withering away
When he touched me I could not feel it
And he asked me if I minded his touch
I said "no, I would never"
Then thought to myself
"why would a corpse care for the maggots in its body?"
And I drank something I promised you I wouldn't
And tomorrow morning I'll be back in those fields
We used to play in when we were kids
Because I asked of God in a prayer once
Let heaven be when I was just a child
Before I knew that what I felt about you
Was called love
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
I spent the whole day thinking of only you,
That the day stayed still.
And tomorrow has yet to arrive.
And do you cry for the days you lost?
Wasted on what wasn't mean to be.
Maybe one day the sun will set in the morning.
And maybe one day you will love me all over again.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 11:40 AM UTC