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Gracemburkholder
20/F/Florida a young woman who writes about love, heartbreak, and life! / Thanks for reading <3
chug chug chug as the bottle seems to empty yet you still seem unfazed. except for the stumble, except for the smile, except for a hint of your violent ways. chug chug chug, now the bottle is empty, you look at me with red in your gaze. all that i whisper, is a simple begging plea, please no please. your hands around my throat, but they were just on the bottle, i guess it was ****** she wrote. but i didn’t die, and i still let you stay, i should have known it would end this way.
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Jan 5
Jan 5, 2026 at 3:11 AM UTC
violent ways
i knew we were gonna come to an end, but i would never acknowledge it. as much as i wanted you forever, i knew that life was far too clever. playing a trick on me thinking we’d last, in reality, you’d always just stay part of my past.
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Nov 13, 2025
Nov 13, 2025 at 7:32 PM UTC
life is clever
tick tick tick, in the back of my mind, i'm happy one moment, but a feeling lurks of a different kind. something is approaching, and i don't like how it feels, as it inches closer, i begin to feel chills. I try to stay positive, and act like its not there, but thats like being in the woods, acting like theres no bear. tick tick tick, the time moves closer, and i don't know whats coming, but i can no longer be a poser. I FEEL YOU, I shout at it in my head, i'm no longer hiding, under the covers of my bed.
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Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 12:10 AM UTC
a weird feeling
Ive been talking to strangers, something i was taught not to do, but from talking to strangers, i feel something new. Its a different kind of feeling, a connection so short, when i speak to a stranger, i never feel in danger. I know we were taught, that this interaction could be bad, but from everything i've done, its one of the best experiences i've had.
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Nov 11, 2025
Nov 11, 2025 at 12:05 AM UTC
Strangers
I truly love you, my heart aches we aren't together. I know you're scared of our end, but i'd love you forever. I wish you could see, what we could really be, but you're too caught up in your past, to think we could last. You've told me you love me, and that you wish you were mine, you've told me you're not ready, and to that i reply "it's fine". But do you realize i'd wait, you're that unique to me. Do you realize what we have? I know you know what we could be. I keep my fingers crossed, and i look for shooting stars. I spend all my wishes on you, because you are one of a few. You know Im so picky, that I know what i want, and whenever i look around, its you thats in front. I'll keep my hopes up, although i know chances are slim, that maybe one day you'll realize, our future would be anything but dim.
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 11:58 PM UTC
From My perspective
How I truly love you. From the way you speak, and the way you smile, to the way you make me feel, something i haven't in awhile. You've brought light into my life, and for that I am grateful. we would be great together, I will love you forever. I wish i was ready, to give myself to you, but i'm not my best self yet, and hurting you isn't something i can do. I want to be your lover, I basically already am, but you want things from a partner, things i cant offer... ... Please be with me, I think I'm finally ready, I know we would thrive, into this new pool i want to dive. Ive never wanted kids... but with you, i do. I never thought I’d love again, but I found home in you. I was scared of the future, but now I see it clear. All the things I ran from, I want, as long as you’re near.
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Nov 10, 2025
Nov 10, 2025 at 11:50 PM UTC
From His perspective
Im reading my old poems, and i know her... but she doesn't know me. I know her heartbreaks, insecurities, and lack of trust to those around her. but she doesn't know me. She doesn't know my heart filled with love, because i love myself first. my understanding that perfection is nonexistent, and how striving for such rips you apart. or my willingness to trust until its broken, because everyone deserves a chance. I know her, and i'll forever understand her. But i don't think she'd understand me.
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Oct 12, 2025
Oct 12, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
I know her
Im running, running, running, running out of time. each page turns, I fill with excitement... but the epilogue grows closer. I spend my days counting down the pages, waiting until the last turn arrives. I do not live, I merely survive.
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Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 2:45 PM UTC
So little time
We orbit a sentence, we won’t let slip out, Even though we admit, we often bite our tongues. Our eyes meet and the world slows down, Those three words linger between us. We hold ourselves back, Afraid of what they might cause. The moment we say it, The air would shift. Our safety in almost, Would shatter into everything. But I love you. Gosh, I truly love you. I love you in every look we give each other, In every touch that feels like more, And in the silence we choose to hide behind. And if I said it, If you said it, Everything would shift out of place. Maybe we’d ruin what we have, Or maybe we’d finally be honest. But there’s no safety in taking that chance. So we stay quiet, And we stay safe. Because real things break, But almosts don’t.
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Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 6:06 PM UTC
Our Safety in Almost
Once again we see,  Actions without shame, And i begin to believe We are only players in a game. What else could be the cause,  Of this relentless war, Is it for something more important, Or to just add to a score. Has someone stolen the controller, is this actually the whole goal,  To cause each other pain,  watching us struggle to remain sane. I see no other reason,  To treat one as some do, Than if there is a big competition, If only I actually knew.
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Oct 5, 2025
Oct 5, 2025 at 5:16 PM UTC
Player One