Creux - Hello Poetry

i miss home; the familiar voices drifting near then fading as they go; the sunset on old houses and the trees over which it drapes; the terrors at night that are too familiar, it almost makes you feel safe. it's leaving your heart with the grass, with the windows catching light, with the people who knew you even before "home" felt right and suddenly, you travel somewhere new but the smiles are shaped more like freight, the silence sounds wrong, and the sky never gets the colors right. home is a far reality that seems more like a deja vu; for i keep seeing pieces of it in places it never once grew.

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Nov 26, 2025

Nov 26, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC

i miss home

i miss home; the familiar voices drifting near then fading as they go; the sunset on old houses and the trees over which it drapes; the terrors at night that are too familiar, it almost makes you feel safe. it's leaving your heart with the grass, with the windows catching light, with the people who knew you even before "home" felt right and suddenly, you travel somewhere new but the smiles are shaped more like freight, the silence sounds wrong, and the sky never gets the colors right. home is a far reality that seems more like a deja vu; for i keep seeing pieces of it in places it never once grew.

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...and when one day, you decide to look for me in places i once made myself available for you, i hope I won't be there anymore.

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Nov 10, 2025

Nov 10, 2025 at 9:56 PM UTC

Title

...and when one day, you decide to look for me in places i once made myself available for you, i hope I won't be there anymore.

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i hope time is kind to you, but not enough to erase me. i hope their laughter echoes mine, and makes you pause before you join in— and when you realize the warmth isn't mine, and you reach for me in someone else's silence, may the memory sting. oh, may you never forget me.

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Oct 17, 2025

Oct 17, 2025 at 1:05 AM UTC

no revenge

i hope time is kind to you, but not enough to erase me. i hope their laughter echoes mine, and makes you pause before you join in— and when you realize the warmth isn't mine, and you reach for me in someone else's silence, may the memory sting. oh, may you never forget me.

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if someday, i choose to forget myself, please remember me.

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Sep 28, 2025

Sep 28, 2025 at 2:16 PM UTC

darling

if someday, i choose to forget myself, please remember me.

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happiness is heavy when it's brief and doom waits patient at the door. so while i still can, I'll laugh with you even if I end up crying alone.

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Aug 29, 2025

Aug 29, 2025 at 7:12 AM UTC

time-bound

happiness is heavy when it's brief and doom waits patient at the door. so while i still can, I'll laugh with you even if I end up crying alone.

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if it was mine, if it was right, why does it feel like holding on to something that keeps letting go? why does it ache like splintered bone; like the sting of a light too bright; like pressing a bruise to remember the pain or waiting for rain that never shows? if it was mine, if it was love, why does it feel like mourning something still alive?

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May 18, 2025

May 18, 2025 at 1:08 AM UTC

why?

if it was mine, if it was right, why does it feel like holding on to something that keeps letting go? why does it ache like splintered bone; like the sting of a light too bright; like pressing a bruise to remember the pain or waiting for rain that never shows? if it was mine, if it was love, why does it feel like mourning something still alive?

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my multo isn't an ex no familiar voice nor steps. she stood kind-eyed and distant the woman i wished to become but simply can't. she peeks in mirrors i avoid; in notebooks i never filled; in choices i couldn't make when the world felt too heavy and i was too tired to lift it. my multo isn't an ex; it's the ghost of a life i never lived.

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Apr 13, 2025

Apr 13, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC

my multo

my multo isn't an ex no familiar voice nor steps. she stood kind-eyed and distant the woman i wished to become but simply can't. she peeks in mirrors i avoid; in notebooks i never filled; in choices i couldn't make when the world felt too heavy and i was too tired to lift it. my multo isn't an ex; it's the ghost of a life i never lived.

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...and when the world is quiet enough to breathe, I'd have you, the dark, and something close to peace.

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Mar 31, 2025

Mar 31, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC

midnights

...and when the world is quiet enough to breathe, I'd have you, the dark, and something close to peace.

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lay me down where the earth is kind where the roots curl soft around my bones lay me down on a bed of quiet waves where the tide carries without question and from the shore, it scrubs my name lay me down beneath a sky too tall where the stars do not blink, do not watch where the night is endless, and i am small, where nothing reaches for me anymore. lay me down to sleep, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

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Mar 29, 2025

Mar 29, 2025 at 1:25 AM UTC

lay me down

lay me down where the earth is kind where the roots curl soft around my bones lay me down on a bed of quiet waves where the tide carries without question and from the shore, it scrubs my name lay me down beneath a sky too tall where the stars do not blink, do not watch where the night is endless, and i am small, where nothing reaches for me anymore. lay me down to sleep, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

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for the way i shrink inside myself like i wasn't meant to take up space; that even though you held me tight i still slip through the cracks in my mind. i wish i could rest without dreaming, sleep without waking, and erase myself so gently that no one would notice. but you would— and that's the only thing keeping me here. i wished to never be, to not exist; no weight to bear, no love to miss. but down the line i wished for more— that if i fade, you'd shed no tears. so, 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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Mar 21, 2025

Mar 21, 2025 at 8:09 PM UTC

I'm sorry

for the way i shrink inside myself like i wasn't meant to take up space; that even though you held me tight i still slip through the cracks in my mind. i wish i could rest without dreaming, sleep without waking, and erase myself so gently that no one would notice. but you would— and that's the only thing keeping me here. i wished to never be, to not exist; no weight to bear, no love to miss. but down the line i wished for more— that if i fade, you'd shed no tears. so, 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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