Amoeba_ - Hello Poetry

I told myself I’m fine. The mirror didn’t argue it just held my face in a quiet grip, like it knew something I didn’t want named. There were nights I laughed too loudly, like sound itself could cauterize the cracks. I told myself I’m fine. My hands kept shaking anyway, not enough for anyone to ask questions, just enough to spill things I cared about. I learned to call it clumsiness, like language could clean what it hides. I told myself I’m fine. You believed me. That’s the part that stings in a slow, precise way. How easy it was to be loved when I was performing survival instead of admitting I was drowning in it. I told myself I’m fine. But it slipped out once in the middle of nothing important, between two ordinary sentences. A crack, a pause, a wrong kind of silence. You looked at me like I had finally arrived. I told myself I’m fine. Now it sounds different. Not a shield, not a lie just a small, fragile sentence trying to stand on its own legs for the first time.

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May 19

May 19, 2026 at 11:45 AM UTC

I told myself I'm fine.

I told myself I’m fine. The mirror didn’t argue it just held my face in a quiet grip, like it knew something I didn’t want named. There were nights I laughed too loudly, like sound itself could cauterize the cracks. I told myself I’m fine. My hands kept shaking anyway, not enough for anyone to ask questions, just enough to spill things I cared about. I learned to call it clumsiness, like language could clean what it hides. I told myself I’m fine. You believed me. That’s the part that stings in a slow, precise way. How easy it was to be loved when I was performing survival instead of admitting I was drowning in it. I told myself I’m fine. But it slipped out once in the middle of nothing important, between two ordinary sentences. A crack, a pause, a wrong kind of silence. You looked at me like I had finally arrived. I told myself I’m fine. Now it sounds different. Not a shield, not a lie just a small, fragile sentence trying to stand on its own legs for the first time.

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i don’t talk about it anymore not because it’s gone just… there aren’t words that sit right i laugh, i’m there, i do everything normal but sometimes it hits out of nowhere like i never really left that place, and i don’t even try to fix it now some things just stay like that.

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Apr 2

Apr 2, 2026 at 6:35 AM UTC

Like i never really left that place

i don’t talk about it anymore not because it’s gone just… there aren’t words that sit right i laugh, i’m there, i do everything normal but sometimes it hits out of nowhere like i never really left that place, and i don’t even try to fix it now some things just stay like that.

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Aaj phir tumse baat kar rahi hoon...bina kisi wajah ke. Bas dil tha ki tumhari taraf mud gaya, jaise use raasta yaad ** par manzil samajh na aati ** Tumhara naam leti hoon to sab kuch halka bhi lagta hai, aur ajeeb sa bhaari bhi... Krishna... tumse itna gehra prem, sach mein mujhe dara deta hai. Meera ne tumhare liye sab chhod diya, Radha ne tumhe bina paaye bhi jee liya, Rukmani ne tumhe apna sab kuch bana liya Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon... kya prem aisa hi hota hai? Phir khud को dekh kar kehti hoon– main vaisi nahi banna chahti, Krishna Na itna kho jaana hai, na itna mit jaana... par phir bhi, tumse door rehna bhi to aata nahi Krishna... tumse itna gehra prem... kyun itna dara deta hai? Sach kahun to main tumhe samajhna bhi nahi chahti ab Bas itna sa hai tum kahin ** aur main tumhe mehsoos kar leti hoon Kabhi chupचाप, kabhi halka sa muskurate hue... lagta hai Shayad main poori tumhari nahi, par thodi si ** chuki hoon... Krishna... tumse itna gehra prem, shayad isi liye mujhe dara deta hai.

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Mar 26

Mar 26, 2026 at 10:34 AM UTC

Krishna... tumse itna gehra prem mujhe dara deta hai.

Aaj phir tumse baat kar rahi hoon...bina kisi wajah ke. Bas dil tha ki tumhari taraf mud gaya, jaise use raasta yaad ** par manzil samajh na aati ** Tumhara naam leti hoon to sab kuch halka bhi lagta hai, aur ajeeb sa bhaari bhi... Krishna... tumse itna gehra prem, sach mein mujhe dara deta hai. Meera ne tumhare liye sab chhod diya, Radha ne tumhe bina paaye bhi jee liya, Rukmani ne tumhe apna sab kuch bana liya Kabhi kabhi sochti hoon... kya prem aisa hi hota hai? Phir khud को dekh kar kehti hoon– main vaisi nahi banna chahti, Krishna Na itna kho jaana hai, na itna mit jaana... par phir bhi, tumse door rehna bhi to aata nahi Krishna... tumse itna gehra prem... kyun itna dara deta hai? Sach kahun to main tumhe samajhna bhi nahi chahti ab Bas itna sa hai tum kahin ** aur main tumhe mehsoos kar leti hoon Kabhi chupचाप, kabhi halka sa muskurate hue... lagta hai Shayad main poori tumhari nahi, par thodi si ** chuki hoon... Krishna... tumse itna gehra prem, shayad isi liye mujhe dara deta hai.

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You look at me, and suddenly I forget how breathing works. Like something in me pauses just to make space for you. Now even the wind feels different, like it’s carrying small, fragile wishes I never meant to make. Dandelions don’t last long, I know… still, I let them take your name every time they leave my hands. I don’t say it out loud but if there’s a once kind of feeling, this must be it.

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Mar 21

Mar 21, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC

Dandelions

You look at me, and suddenly I forget how breathing works. Like something in me pauses just to make space for you. Now even the wind feels different, like it’s carrying small, fragile wishes I never meant to make. Dandelions don’t last long, I know… still, I let them take your name every time they leave my hands. I don’t say it out loud but if there’s a once kind of feeling, this must be it.

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A borrowed name, Stitched into the skin I wear a life That I don't own Yet fits too well Like it was always mine

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Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 2:53 PM UTC

Untitled

A borrowed name, Stitched into the skin I wear a life That I don't own Yet fits too well Like it was always mine

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Life brew - slow unseen. leaves surrender what the hold. flavors rise..then settle. But the tea leaves, Once steeped Are set aside. What gives you depth... Doesn't always stays.

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 11:11 AM UTC

Once steeped

Life brew - slow unseen. leaves surrender what the hold. flavors rise..then settle. But the tea leaves, Once steeped Are set aside. What gives you depth... Doesn't always stays.

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Something sharp went down with the last quiet word and stayed there. It sits behind the ribs now, turning slowly like metal in damp air. Breath moves around it, careful, like people walking around broken glass. Some nights it rises to the throat, heavy, unfinished. Silence presses it back down where it can keep burning.. quietly. The body learns the weight and, carries it without speaking. Time passes over it like water over stone, but the edge remains. Inside, it keeps its small weather dark, patient, unsaid.

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Mar 12

Mar 12, 2026 at 7:38 AM UTC

Yeahh..idk

Something sharp went down with the last quiet word and stayed there. It sits behind the ribs now, turning slowly like metal in damp air. Breath moves around it, careful, like people walking around broken glass. Some nights it rises to the throat, heavy, unfinished. Silence presses it back down where it can keep burning.. quietly. The body learns the weight and, carries it without speaking. Time passes over it like water over stone, but the edge remains. Inside, it keeps its small weather dark, patient, unsaid.

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Once, love moved like monsoon air unannounced, heavy, inevitable. Promises never spoke. They lingered, like clouds already familiar with home. Now the sky remembers what the heart refuses to hold. Rain still arrives, but the name it carried thins before it touches earth. Some bonds do not break. They pause unfinished sentences abandoned mid-breath. Love remains. Not loud. Not pleading. A quiet river passing old ghats, aware of its shore, and choosing to move on.

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Mar 11

Mar 11, 2026 at 5:24 AM UTC

Unannounced love..

Once, love moved like monsoon air unannounced, heavy, inevitable. Promises never spoke. They lingered, like clouds already familiar with home. Now the sky remembers what the heart refuses to hold. Rain still arrives, but the name it carried thins before it touches earth. Some bonds do not break. They pause unfinished sentences abandoned mid-breath. Love remains. Not loud. Not pleading. A quiet river passing old ghats, aware of its shore, and choosing to move on.

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Two quiet beings, Turn not to the sky But to each other Learning that.. Light..doesn't always Comes from above. Sometimes It is enough To exist side by side, Softly luminous, Without asking the world.. To shine first.

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Mar 2

Mar 2, 2026 at 2:13 AM UTC

Two Quiet Beings..

Two quiet beings, Turn not to the sky But to each other Learning that.. Light..doesn't always Comes from above. Sometimes It is enough To exist side by side, Softly luminous, Without asking the world.. To shine first.

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Rooms learn silence before people do. Thoughts circle like locked doors, opening only inward memory without a body, noise without a source. Repetition sharpens itself. not to heal but to endure. What remains is not pain, but its discipline, I order carved out of pressure. Something stays awake long after meaning leaves. Not hope. Not fear. Only the habit of surviving what was never named.

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Mar 1

Mar 1, 2026 at 12:36 PM UTC

Habit of surviving..

Rooms learn silence before people do. Thoughts circle like locked doors, opening only inward memory without a body, noise without a source. Repetition sharpens itself. not to heal but to endure. What remains is not pain, but its discipline, I order carved out of pressure. Something stays awake long after meaning leaves. Not hope. Not fear. Only the habit of surviving what was never named.

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