BlossomAgain - Hello Poetry

I look to your eyes And beg you to stay But the words keep away And we say our goodbyes. One last time, I try to I really do But I haven't got the key And it's something I know you can't see Because maybe if you could You'd pick the lock Or pluck it from my eyes Or simply take my heart from the chest I left open when you saw me But it'll only stay that way for a time Because it bleeds And hearts must beat So squeeze one last time And take a seat It may not be something you keep.

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22h ago

Jun 3, 2026 at 12:03 AM UTC

Keys

I look to your eyes And beg you to stay But the words keep away And we say our goodbyes. One last time, I try to I really do But I haven't got the key And it's something I know you can't see Because maybe if you could You'd pick the lock Or pluck it from my eyes Or simply take my heart from the chest I left open when you saw me But it'll only stay that way for a time Because it bleeds And hearts must beat So squeeze one last time And take a seat It may not be something you keep.

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I just want your love, stop selling me I'm not a competition to win I'm not the juror you pander to for a vote I'm your friend All I want is your thoughts I don't expect you to bend And I won't be so easy to break So don't leave me by the lake Where the only thing I can see is me Trust me, I've played your game before And I know it well Because I was the one trying to sell But I feared I was no bargain when I looked around So I backed away where I couldn't be found And eventually, I was left hoping for someone to hear my sound But I had feared mine would be far from profound When I talk so much, when I challenge and push, I'm hoping to find you Not what you think I think of you I don't want the clay you let me sculpt I want you I challenge because I want to know more I push because I want to see more More So your sell will never work if you don't stop to wonder who Who you're selling to Because all I care for is you.

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22h ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 11:42 PM UTC

Sell

I just want your love, stop selling me I'm not a competition to win I'm not the juror you pander to for a vote I'm your friend All I want is your thoughts I don't expect you to bend And I won't be so easy to break So don't leave me by the lake Where the only thing I can see is me Trust me, I've played your game before And I know it well Because I was the one trying to sell But I feared I was no bargain when I looked around So I backed away where I couldn't be found And eventually, I was left hoping for someone to hear my sound But I had feared mine would be far from profound When I talk so much, when I challenge and push, I'm hoping to find you Not what you think I think of you I don't want the clay you let me sculpt I want you I challenge because I want to know more I push because I want to see more More So your sell will never work if you don't stop to wonder who Who you're selling to Because all I care for is you.

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All the words tumble and rumble, And I become the jumble, Thoughts and feelings bumble, And I feel myself begin to crumble. No words are spoken for my fumble, But your silence is humble, Because I've long since started my stumble, And all I can do now is mumble.

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Apr 29

Apr 29, 2026 at 10:41 PM UTC

Tumble

All the words tumble and rumble, And I become the jumble, Thoughts and feelings bumble, And I feel myself begin to crumble. No words are spoken for my fumble, But your silence is humble, Because I've long since started my stumble, And all I can do now is mumble.

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My eyes don't always open, Afraid of finding feelings that lie, Of my insides bursting from fractured skin, Reaching far too high. Maybe I should cover my ears instead, "Too much," they hear every time I speak, But speak I must or I'm afraid I'll forget that feelings lie, That I wasn't weak. "Too much," the words linger in an ill-timed loop. You laughed too loud, You poked too hard, You looked too long, "Too much," And it repeats again. I open my eyes and hesitate to stare, But I look back anyway, Skin sore and bare, Because the loop will not stray. "Too much," will follow with a smile that's wrong, And it'll invite me to its dance, And I'll pretend that I never fell victim to its song, Because maybe then I'll find another chance. Another chance where I don't feel wrong, Another chance where it doesn't feel like I hurt everything loved, Another chance where I feel strong, Another chance where I don't dare the unloved. I'll remember that just because my skin burned, Doesn't mean that theirs did too, That every sting I run from, Was always two: Me and You. I was never alone in my burning, That skin wasn't the fire, That you were still there, That I was the one who made it dire. Maybe all I needed was a little more faith, Something more than a wraith, Because maybe I was never too much to touch.

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Apr 11

Apr 11, 2026 at 9:23 PM UTC

Too Much to Touch

My eyes don't always open, Afraid of finding feelings that lie, Of my insides bursting from fractured skin, Reaching far too high. Maybe I should cover my ears instead, "Too much," they hear every time I speak, But speak I must or I'm afraid I'll forget that feelings lie, That I wasn't weak. "Too much," the words linger in an ill-timed loop. You laughed too loud, You poked too hard, You looked too long, "Too much," And it repeats again. I open my eyes and hesitate to stare, But I look back anyway, Skin sore and bare, Because the loop will not stray. "Too much," will follow with a smile that's wrong, And it'll invite me to its dance, And I'll pretend that I never fell victim to its song, Because maybe then I'll find another chance. Another chance where I don't feel wrong, Another chance where it doesn't feel like I hurt everything loved, Another chance where I feel strong, Another chance where I don't dare the unloved. I'll remember that just because my skin burned, Doesn't mean that theirs did too, That every sting I run from, Was always two: Me and You. I was never alone in my burning, That skin wasn't the fire, That you were still there, That I was the one who made it dire. Maybe all I needed was a little more faith, Something more than a wraith, Because maybe I was never too much to touch.

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It starts with cut-off sentences, with hidden grimaces. Sometimes you'll glance, And for the first time, your view will feel askance. You'll find yourself hesitating to look, When maybe you should, But it only ever felt like you took, So you pretend that you never could. Because silence whispers in ears, "Calm water, calm shores," And don't you forget your fears, They'll keep hold of your oars. Then down you'll go in those waters, Look around and look how still, But wonder what you forgot instead when your boat sinks, Oars tight in your grip as you pretend that water can't still **** And try to remember where the hole started between your blinks. But they lied when they said you'd breathe, So hold your breath and seethe, grieve, and save that reprieve, Then, when your lungs squeeze, don't bereave, But scream. Soon you'll see those waters crash and roar, And you'll wonder why you had never done it before.

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Mar 31

Mar 31, 2026 at 8:16 AM UTC

Old Wounds Bleed

It starts with cut-off sentences, with hidden grimaces. Sometimes you'll glance, And for the first time, your view will feel askance. You'll find yourself hesitating to look, When maybe you should, But it only ever felt like you took, So you pretend that you never could. Because silence whispers in ears, "Calm water, calm shores," And don't you forget your fears, They'll keep hold of your oars. Then down you'll go in those waters, Look around and look how still, But wonder what you forgot instead when your boat sinks, Oars tight in your grip as you pretend that water can't still **** And try to remember where the hole started between your blinks. But they lied when they said you'd breathe, So hold your breath and seethe, grieve, and save that reprieve, Then, when your lungs squeeze, don't bereave, But scream. Soon you'll see those waters crash and roar, And you'll wonder why you had never done it before.

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I leave everything left to say between us, Looking into your eyes, I'm not sure you'd ever know, For even those deeper than blood bite like no other, So instead, I stare at that ground no longer laid bare or written without the thought to discuss, I sit with the feeling, the knowledge, That you'd never know unless I say, That we'd sit on this riverbank next to one another and not know some piece of us was abandoned on the other side to time, while destined to fray away. Maybe I'll stare into your eyes and smile, Hoping the crinkle of mine distracts you from the red-stained teeth, That the laugh I force smooth from my throat invites you to join, so you may believe my trembling was from joy rather than hurt. I'll dip my toes into the riverbank, and as you look the other way, I'll hope my desire to be known may also be left to follow that tide that took your eyes. That the water that seemingly cools your soul like no other may soothe mine where it lies, But instead it dies, For my body holds scars like wounds hidden like prey, Clinging to my skin and hoping to never see the light of day, Every ragged edge pulled away. You discard yours one by one in that unrelenting flow, Because if they were never there, then surely they had never hurt, And now you'll never know. Mine come back like ache in bone, clear and as if just found. Yours come back when the water returns, murky and lost. You ask when, And I ask how. And I won't romanticize the question, for it brings ugly things to the surface of that river, dirtied and drowned. I'd worry over your eyes, but they remain blind. I inhale relief, but I exhale empty with only grime left behind. For riverbanks are meant to change, And when there is nothing to be said, All you can do is look to the other side.

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Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 10:50 PM UTC

Unsaid Riverbank

I leave everything left to say between us, Looking into your eyes, I'm not sure you'd ever know, For even those deeper than blood bite like no other, So instead, I stare at that ground no longer laid bare or written without the thought to discuss, I sit with the feeling, the knowledge, That you'd never know unless I say, That we'd sit on this riverbank next to one another and not know some piece of us was abandoned on the other side to time, while destined to fray away. Maybe I'll stare into your eyes and smile, Hoping the crinkle of mine distracts you from the red-stained teeth, That the laugh I force smooth from my throat invites you to join, so you may believe my trembling was from joy rather than hurt. I'll dip my toes into the riverbank, and as you look the other way, I'll hope my desire to be known may also be left to follow that tide that took your eyes. That the water that seemingly cools your soul like no other may soothe mine where it lies, But instead it dies, For my body holds scars like wounds hidden like prey, Clinging to my skin and hoping to never see the light of day, Every ragged edge pulled away. You discard yours one by one in that unrelenting flow, Because if they were never there, then surely they had never hurt, And now you'll never know. Mine come back like ache in bone, clear and as if just found. Yours come back when the water returns, murky and lost. You ask when, And I ask how. And I won't romanticize the question, for it brings ugly things to the surface of that river, dirtied and drowned. I'd worry over your eyes, but they remain blind. I inhale relief, but I exhale empty with only grime left behind. For riverbanks are meant to change, And when there is nothing to be said, All you can do is look to the other side.

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I don't want the love that is sold. I don't want television screens and forgotten CDs, The chase and the screams, All romantic and you got me beggin' please, Don't forget my love that lives while threaded in your seams. Because the love that's sold is shallow, But mine is deep, And it's the only way I know, Because it can never be cheap. I pay for it in every breath, I hope for it in every moment, I look for it in every word, And I hope to see my love every time, My love that will always be mine. Because I'd never fall for the idea, Or the kisses I'll never hold, Or movies that will never show what I want most. I want a love that is quiet, Never seen on TV, A love that breathes in the riot, Something that's allowed to be free. I want love so deep that it doesn't matter, Whether we do all those romantic things, May it never shatter, May it give me wings. Then I may never sting, Never sting when I look into your eyes and wonder if I was only ever someone dreamed, Only ever something sold with a ring, Only ever redeemed. More than that, I want to be seen as me.

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Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 10:13 PM UTC

A love that is all mine

I don't want the love that is sold. I don't want television screens and forgotten CDs, The chase and the screams, All romantic and you got me beggin' please, Don't forget my love that lives while threaded in your seams. Because the love that's sold is shallow, But mine is deep, And it's the only way I know, Because it can never be cheap. I pay for it in every breath, I hope for it in every moment, I look for it in every word, And I hope to see my love every time, My love that will always be mine. Because I'd never fall for the idea, Or the kisses I'll never hold, Or movies that will never show what I want most. I want a love that is quiet, Never seen on TV, A love that breathes in the riot, Something that's allowed to be free. I want love so deep that it doesn't matter, Whether we do all those romantic things, May it never shatter, May it give me wings. Then I may never sting, Never sting when I look into your eyes and wonder if I was only ever someone dreamed, Only ever something sold with a ring, Only ever redeemed. More than that, I want to be seen as me.

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This house was stable, Or was it just level? It could've been, But the floor has been tilting, And the furniture has been shifting, While the faucets no longer stop running, And I fear I'm the same, So I gather myself on unstable floors, And I fear I'll be to blame. When the floors tilt just right, Deliver that final blow, Maybe then I'll know, That this house was emptier at night. It wasn't my floor, But something below, And it got that final blow, So I search for the door, Pour all I abhor, With nothing left of our rapport, Maybe it was meant to be more, But now it's just sore. Soar, the door will, When my hand lands, The house will spill, and no one stands, No one on these forgotten lands. Just a house that forgot to stand, And the broken floors that never stood a chance, Only its memory in my hands, And a final parting glance. A glance at a house, I might comprehend if it remembered to stand.

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Feb 19

Feb 19, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC

Broken Floors

This house was stable, Or was it just level? It could've been, But the floor has been tilting, And the furniture has been shifting, While the faucets no longer stop running, And I fear I'm the same, So I gather myself on unstable floors, And I fear I'll be to blame. When the floors tilt just right, Deliver that final blow, Maybe then I'll know, That this house was emptier at night. It wasn't my floor, But something below, And it got that final blow, So I search for the door, Pour all I abhor, With nothing left of our rapport, Maybe it was meant to be more, But now it's just sore. Soar, the door will, When my hand lands, The house will spill, and no one stands, No one on these forgotten lands. Just a house that forgot to stand, And the broken floors that never stood a chance, Only its memory in my hands, And a final parting glance. A glance at a house, I might comprehend if it remembered to stand.

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When you become the mirror, People tend to think you can't see, Can't hear. To be a mirror, To be the container of anger that boils just below the surface, As if you were never there, The anger so hot, It feels like you're flirting with trauma, Like you must hold your breath a moment more, Or it’ll be their blood and tears on your floor. But instead, They're yours, And you are comfortable this way. Because any other choice, and you wouldn't last the day, But who said anything about the day? What about your week? Your month? Your year? Even your life? How many more times can you soak it in? It can't be many, Because you were not made to keep it in, You were made to reflect. So stop being the doormat where the blood and tears soak, Be the mirror you were born to make. This is for your sake. If you don't bend, You’ll break. Then there’ll be a lot more than just your blood and tears smeared across the floor. It'll be the glass shards of you, And you'll be no more.

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Feb 17

Feb 17, 2026 at 4:52 PM UTC

The mirror that chose not to reflect

When you become the mirror, People tend to think you can't see, Can't hear. To be a mirror, To be the container of anger that boils just below the surface, As if you were never there, The anger so hot, It feels like you're flirting with trauma, Like you must hold your breath a moment more, Or it’ll be their blood and tears on your floor. But instead, They're yours, And you are comfortable this way. Because any other choice, and you wouldn't last the day, But who said anything about the day? What about your week? Your month? Your year? Even your life? How many more times can you soak it in? It can't be many, Because you were not made to keep it in, You were made to reflect. So stop being the doormat where the blood and tears soak, Be the mirror you were born to make. This is for your sake. If you don't bend, You’ll break. Then there’ll be a lot more than just your blood and tears smeared across the floor. It'll be the glass shards of you, And you'll be no more.

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Colors blind me with you. A smile pushes back your cheeks Your freckles molding suit A smile hidden for weeks I poke and **** to relieve its absence Grins become elusive within schemes Schemes that hide from me Like your smile, they fail at the seams You’re there, I know. Hands grasp at nothing. Like the autumn leaves promise, I believe life means something The place you meet me stings. So, I await spring. Hoping you shall smile again, Because we’re all attached to an invisible string.

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Feb 8

Feb 8, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC

Timed Smile

Colors blind me with you. A smile pushes back your cheeks Your freckles molding suit A smile hidden for weeks I poke and **** to relieve its absence Grins become elusive within schemes Schemes that hide from me Like your smile, they fail at the seams You’re there, I know. Hands grasp at nothing. Like the autumn leaves promise, I believe life means something The place you meet me stings. So, I await spring. Hoping you shall smile again, Because we’re all attached to an invisible string.

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