Lexispencer - Hello Poetry

I still feel love even though the world keeps turning strange, like something in my soul never learned how to go away. Maybe it’s because I met you in a moment that felt like a story God already wrote. I was lost before— quiet, hiding, pretending, smiling while my heart was breaking in places no one could see. You called my name like it mattered, like I wasn’t just another person passing through. And suddenly, life didn’t feel so empty. I wanna say I’m healed, but truth is— I’m still struggling inside, still learning how to breathe without holding everything tighter than it needs to be. Some nights, I lie awake, replaying yesterday, every word, every look, wondering if I got it wrong again. But then I hear your voice— soft, steady, real— reminding me I’m not alone here. And I remember: even broken things can be reborn. Even pain can fade. Even a heart like mine can be saved. So I wait— not perfectly, not always well— but with something like hope lingering near. Because love, real love, doesn’t leave. It stays.

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May 5

May 5, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC

lingering near

I still feel love even though the world keeps turning strange, like something in my soul never learned how to go away. Maybe it’s because I met you in a moment that felt like a story God already wrote. I was lost before— quiet, hiding, pretending, smiling while my heart was breaking in places no one could see. You called my name like it mattered, like I wasn’t just another person passing through. And suddenly, life didn’t feel so empty. I wanna say I’m healed, but truth is— I’m still struggling inside, still learning how to breathe without holding everything tighter than it needs to be. Some nights, I lie awake, replaying yesterday, every word, every look, wondering if I got it wrong again. But then I hear your voice— soft, steady, real— reminding me I’m not alone here. And I remember: even broken things can be reborn. Even pain can fade. Even a heart like mine can be saved. So I wait— not perfectly, not always well— but with something like hope lingering near. Because love, real love, doesn’t leave. It stays.

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The day before everything feels too much, no one will know, because you got good at hiding how you feel. You’ll laugh, you’ll talk, you’ll say goodbye to people who never knew you were struggling inside. But there’s a moment— quiet, small— where something in you hesitates, where staying is still possible. Because the truth is, there are people who love you more than you realize. Your mom would hold you tighter, your sister would still need you, your story still matters more than this one moment. And maybe one day you’ll see it— the light they talk about, the one that’s been in you all along.

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Apr 30

Apr 30, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC

the day before it feels to much

The day before everything feels too much, no one will know, because you got good at hiding how you feel. You’ll laugh, you’ll talk, you’ll say goodbye to people who never knew you were struggling inside. But there’s a moment— quiet, small— where something in you hesitates, where staying is still possible. Because the truth is, there are people who love you more than you realize. Your mom would hold you tighter, your sister would still need you, your story still matters more than this one moment. And maybe one day you’ll see it— the light they talk about, the one that’s been in you all along.

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I look in the mirror and I don’t see what you see. I wish I could— I just want to be free. Free from this hate, from the voice in my head that calls me things I wish I never said. You say I’m pretty, you say I’m enough, but all I see feels broken and rough. I don’t know how you see me that way, but I wish I could see it just for one day.

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Apr 29

Apr 29, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC

pretty or skinny

I look in the mirror and I don’t see what you see. I wish I could— I just want to be free. Free from this hate, from the voice in my head that calls me things I wish I never said. You say I’m pretty, you say I’m enough, but all I see feels broken and rough. I don’t know how you see me that way, but I wish I could see it just for one day.

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You’ve been there since day one, You make me wanna run— Not away, not to play, But to hug you one day. I want you to be mine, You make me wanna rhyme. I love you more than I can tell, Like our story fits too well. Maybe we’re meant for more than friends, But sometimes all you do is pretend. Still, I picture you waiting down the aisle, ’Cause you’re the reason I smile. I’ve been waiting for you for a while.

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Apr 29

Apr 29, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC

the person

You’ve been there since day one, You make me wanna run— Not away, not to play, But to hug you one day. I want you to be mine, You make me wanna rhyme. I love you more than I can tell, Like our story fits too well. Maybe we’re meant for more than friends, But sometimes all you do is pretend. Still, I picture you waiting down the aisle, ’Cause you’re the reason I smile. I’ve been waiting for you for a while.

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I had a dream of you last night, Mia, Where I got to say How much I love and miss you Each and every day. They say time is a healer, But the pain won’t fade away. I know you’re free from hurt now, And we’ll meet again someday. I miss your voice, your laughter, The way you said my name, I’d give anything for one more moment To feel that love again. So until that day comes, Mia, Goodnight, be free. Sleep well until we meet again, With all my love, from me. my best friend mia 1/27/2012 -12/9/25

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Apr 28

Apr 28, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC

my bestfriend (mia)

I had a dream of you last night, Mia, Where I got to say How much I love and miss you Each and every day. They say time is a healer, But the pain won’t fade away. I know you’re free from hurt now, And we’ll meet again someday. I miss your voice, your laughter, The way you said my name, I’d give anything for one more moment To feel that love again. So until that day comes, Mia, Goodnight, be free. Sleep well until we meet again, With all my love, from me. my best friend mia 1/27/2012 -12/9/25

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I was blind, My soul lost, My heart empty. Now I see— Filled with love Jesus gives. In His name I’m reborn, By His blood I’m saved. He gave His life for me. I give Him my heart, My praise, my life. My Savior, my King, With every breath, I follow You. My God is great, My God forgives. He changed me— Because I chose Him. So, my Lord, I will praise.

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Apr 28

Apr 28, 2026 at 12:21 PM UTC

my savior

I was blind, My soul lost, My heart empty. Now I see— Filled with love Jesus gives. In His name I’m reborn, By His blood I’m saved. He gave His life for me. I give Him my heart, My praise, my life. My Savior, my King, With every breath, I follow You. My God is great, My God forgives. He changed me— Because I chose Him. So, my Lord, I will praise.

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When I was told that you were ill, I never thought there’d be a bill. But when cancer took you away, I didn’t know how to be okay. You were here just yesterday, Now you’re suddenly far away. I still feel you lingering near, Even though you’re not right here. The world keeps turning, strange and new, But it doesn’t feel the same without you.

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Apr 28

Apr 28, 2026 at 12:03 PM UTC

cell cancer

When I was told that you were ill, I never thought there’d be a bill. But when cancer took you away, I didn’t know how to be okay. You were here just yesterday, Now you’re suddenly far away. I still feel you lingering near, Even though you’re not right here. The world keeps turning, strange and new, But it doesn’t feel the same without you.

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his eyes are like the ocean, I could get lost in them for hours. I want him to be mine, but he never has the time. he's two years older than me, and somehow I feel like he wants me- wants us. Us? we could be anything- sitting close, sharing a room, something more But when he says "Us," I don't know if he means not him, not me, but us

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Apr 27

Apr 27, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC

Him

his eyes are like the ocean, I could get lost in them for hours. I want him to be mine, but he never has the time. he's two years older than me, and somehow I feel like he wants me- wants us. Us? we could be anything- sitting close, sharing a room, something more But when he says "Us," I don't know if he means not him, not me, but us

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