LilyDaisy - Hello Poetry

You are here; not merely as a recollection of my thoughts but as a scent.. that I can smell even now underneath my skin. You are here with every breath that I inhale in the warmth that spreads in my heart when your name passes through my mind like a spark that I can’t extinguish. You are always here, present all the time. May be not a thought, not just a memory.. Something that is engraved within.. you are woven…, in every breath, in every sigh… every split second… in the deepest parts of me! And I never want to let go.. not this feeling, not the way you have stayed with me.. Because losing this…. Would only feel like losing a part of myself that I thought I would never find… And I don’t want to lose this, ever!

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Dec 2, 2025

Dec 2, 2025 at 12:33 AM UTC

Always

You are here; not merely as a recollection of my thoughts but as a scent.. that I can smell even now underneath my skin. You are here with every breath that I inhale in the warmth that spreads in my heart when your name passes through my mind like a spark that I can’t extinguish. You are always here, present all the time. May be not a thought, not just a memory.. Something that is engraved within.. you are woven…, in every breath, in every sigh… every split second… in the deepest parts of me! And I never want to let go.. not this feeling, not the way you have stayed with me.. Because losing this…. Would only feel like losing a part of myself that I thought I would never find… And I don’t want to lose this, ever!

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He is so handsome, He belongs to me, yet,he is not mine. He has those big bright brown eyes, Eyes that hold me still; His big soft hands clutched into mine, Hands that find their way to my thighs, and in that touch, I shiver and just lose myself….. And just like how my favorite singer sings.. Handsome as hell!!! and he is mine, still not mine. He says that I tell him lies, Lies that reek of betrayal but how do I tell him that he is my most precious truth? Who I have carried in my heart through all.. Around him the world stops, I feel safe, safe enough to unfold all my secrets, to let him see the pieces I hide from the world. He understands me He knows me in and out, and yet, somehow, he doesn’t know me at all. Sometimes, it feels like he loves me, He loves me so much… But then.. Sometimes, it feels like I should run, so far, far away before we destroy each other.

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Oct 31, 2025

Oct 31, 2025 at 12:50 AM UTC

Mine, Not Mine.

He is so handsome, He belongs to me, yet,he is not mine. He has those big bright brown eyes, Eyes that hold me still; His big soft hands clutched into mine, Hands that find their way to my thighs, and in that touch, I shiver and just lose myself….. And just like how my favorite singer sings.. Handsome as hell!!! and he is mine, still not mine. He says that I tell him lies, Lies that reek of betrayal but how do I tell him that he is my most precious truth? Who I have carried in my heart through all.. Around him the world stops, I feel safe, safe enough to unfold all my secrets, to let him see the pieces I hide from the world. He understands me He knows me in and out, and yet, somehow, he doesn’t know me at all. Sometimes, it feels like he loves me, He loves me so much… But then.. Sometimes, it feels like I should run, so far, far away before we destroy each other.

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I thought I'd never write, but what can you do when the heart doesn't stop feeling? This morning I woke up with my phone in my hand, your name softly glowing. I didn't write anything… or maybe I couldn't; but you have to know I was thinking about you. You're still in me, in every silence, in every face I encounter. Watching people, I see only us: what we might have been, what we never let happen. And then I think of my favorite thing the one which never changes— your eyes. They told me everything, Charming in their silence, wild in their truth. The way they shifted when you disagreed with me; the way they seeked me out, like the world disappeared until I am found. I could find them from far away, even miles away…. the only eyes on that crowded bus, those eyes that met mine and would not let me go. Those eyes I fell for. Those eyes I fall for, still. Always, me.

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Sep 15, 2025

Sep 15, 2025 at 3:57 PM UTC

To You!

I thought I'd never write, but what can you do when the heart doesn't stop feeling? This morning I woke up with my phone in my hand, your name softly glowing. I didn't write anything… or maybe I couldn't; but you have to know I was thinking about you. You're still in me, in every silence, in every face I encounter. Watching people, I see only us: what we might have been, what we never let happen. And then I think of my favorite thing the one which never changes— your eyes. They told me everything, Charming in their silence, wild in their truth. The way they shifted when you disagreed with me; the way they seeked me out, like the world disappeared until I am found. I could find them from far away, even miles away…. the only eyes on that crowded bus, those eyes that met mine and would not let me go. Those eyes I fell for. Those eyes I fall for, still. Always, me.

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The day continues, yet, you remain lingering in the quiet corners of my mind— like sunlight that remains long after the clouds have rained… I drink my coffee slowly, as if extending time and thinking may be, it will somehow pull you nearer, but the minutes only slip through my fingers. If distance had a taste, it would be bittersweet, and I think I would drink it anyway my love, just to keep you warm on my lips <3 I cannot sleep without finding you, and when I find you, in my dreams… I search in the dream for evidence that it is real— your voice, your hand, the way you look at me. Then relief washes over me, and I am certain you have returned for good this time. But then,morning is cruel. I wake to only the impression of you in the pillow, and the absence of your heartbeat in the silence!! And So I just wish.. I wish it so much that To drift forever in those dreams Where my head is in that shoulder of yours Where you are always and you just never leave.. and My love for you.. never has to wake <3

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Aug 10, 2025

Aug 10, 2025 at 2:32 AM UTC

Between Dreams and Dawn.

The day continues, yet, you remain lingering in the quiet corners of my mind— like sunlight that remains long after the clouds have rained… I drink my coffee slowly, as if extending time and thinking may be, it will somehow pull you nearer, but the minutes only slip through my fingers. If distance had a taste, it would be bittersweet, and I think I would drink it anyway my love, just to keep you warm on my lips <3 I cannot sleep without finding you, and when I find you, in my dreams… I search in the dream for evidence that it is real— your voice, your hand, the way you look at me. Then relief washes over me, and I am certain you have returned for good this time. But then,morning is cruel. I wake to only the impression of you in the pillow, and the absence of your heartbeat in the silence!! And So I just wish.. I wish it so much that To drift forever in those dreams Where my head is in that shoulder of yours Where you are always and you just never leave.. and My love for you.. never has to wake <3

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Yes, it was love but not in the storybook way, It was something quieter, older, Like he carried an image of me that I'd forgotten existed…. His gaze was a slow-burning confession, It met mine like a secret too sacred for words. And I? I collapsed inward… Folding like parchment beneath the heat of something; Something I couldn’t name, but felt like remembering a place I’d never been to… He ruined me; But so gently… And After him, Everything just felt too loud, too careless, too easy…. No, he never loved me loudly but he saw me in the stillness between seconds.. And That was just enough to make the whole world blur. He ruined me ; But not with cruelty but with love, With the skill of someone who sees what is fragile and doesn’t flinch…. After him, the world moved on, but nothing fit the same; Words felt heavy where his silence once hummed….. He was not a storm… He was the stillness that came after everything changed and no one noticed. He was the boy who ruined me; Ruined me in the most beautiful way… And oh! what would I give to be ruined just like that again………… <3

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Jul 28, 2025

Jul 28, 2025 at 12:37 AM UTC

Ruins...

Yes, it was love but not in the storybook way, It was something quieter, older, Like he carried an image of me that I'd forgotten existed…. His gaze was a slow-burning confession, It met mine like a secret too sacred for words. And I? I collapsed inward… Folding like parchment beneath the heat of something; Something I couldn’t name, but felt like remembering a place I’d never been to… He ruined me; But so gently… And After him, Everything just felt too loud, too careless, too easy…. No, he never loved me loudly but he saw me in the stillness between seconds.. And That was just enough to make the whole world blur. He ruined me ; But not with cruelty but with love, With the skill of someone who sees what is fragile and doesn’t flinch…. After him, the world moved on, but nothing fit the same; Words felt heavy where his silence once hummed….. He was not a storm… He was the stillness that came after everything changed and no one noticed. He was the boy who ruined me; Ruined me in the most beautiful way… And oh! what would I give to be ruined just like that again………… <3

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You say that loving someone is loving their weaknesses.. How could I have loved yours, When I had never yet encountered my own? I was simply a girl, Looking from behind a too-clean window at the world, Thinking love was soft laughter and perfect timing— Little did I know that It was grace in holding someone that may not know how to be held. I had no idea how to love this way. Now I do. Because I know now what weakness is. I wear it like second skin. My weakness is the tremble in my voice when I say, "I'm fine," It's the quiet collapse of my spirit when no one's watching. It's the way some days all I want is to be held- not fixed, not saved, just held. And I wish- I wish you had loved my weakness, too. I wish you had held me where I didn't know how to hold us. I wish you had stayed when I grew small and stopped being easy to love. Even one word from you back then. Would have folded me- Not in fear, But in surrender. In that soft aching way a soul gives in to the one it knows. But you didn't say it. And I didn't wait. Maybe both of us were just scared- Me of not being enough, And you of having to carry too much. But what I do know is- I would have bent like those wild sunflowers in your sunshine!

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Jul 21, 2025

Jul 21, 2025 at 1:59 AM UTC

If only

You say that loving someone is loving their weaknesses.. How could I have loved yours, When I had never yet encountered my own? I was simply a girl, Looking from behind a too-clean window at the world, Thinking love was soft laughter and perfect timing— Little did I know that It was grace in holding someone that may not know how to be held. I had no idea how to love this way. Now I do. Because I know now what weakness is. I wear it like second skin. My weakness is the tremble in my voice when I say, "I'm fine," It's the quiet collapse of my spirit when no one's watching. It's the way some days all I want is to be held- not fixed, not saved, just held. And I wish- I wish you had loved my weakness, too. I wish you had held me where I didn't know how to hold us. I wish you had stayed when I grew small and stopped being easy to love. Even one word from you back then. Would have folded me- Not in fear, But in surrender. In that soft aching way a soul gives in to the one it knows. But you didn't say it. And I didn't wait. Maybe both of us were just scared- Me of not being enough, And you of having to carry too much. But what I do know is- I would have bent like those wild sunflowers in your sunshine!

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There's a kind of lonely that silence cannot contain, There is a cavity that resonates with untold stories. It's not the kind when the room stands still It's when your heart stands still against your will. That is the time you laugh as if it should be, You give everything without asking it for, You're supposed to wear every feeling As part of the task; Yet oh, how you scream For someone to simply see That underneath that façade of a girl, Lays the soul that aches to be free. Free to be held, Without an earned grace, To be missed without any airing of words, To claim her rightful space. To be cared for in stillness And not just when soaked in pain- To be loved when there's sunshine And be held when it's rain! You crave softness, the one that listens and stays; Not one that comes visiting just on your shining days. You're so tired of stretching out and trying to cope; You want arms wrapping you in wordless hope. It's not loud, it is just lonely; It doesn't scream. It hums, Under the laughter, Between the footsteps, Awkward in-between moments that no one sees but you. It's the aching of invisible eyes, Of words swallowed Because no one is truly listening. Because reaching started feeling, Feeling Like begging. It's like falling asleep With a heart too full Of everything unsaid. Waking up to a world That spins just fine Without ever really looking at you.

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Jul 19, 2025

Jul 19, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC

The Quiet Ache

There's a kind of lonely that silence cannot contain, There is a cavity that resonates with untold stories. It's not the kind when the room stands still It's when your heart stands still against your will. That is the time you laugh as if it should be, You give everything without asking it for, You're supposed to wear every feeling As part of the task; Yet oh, how you scream For someone to simply see That underneath that façade of a girl, Lays the soul that aches to be free. Free to be held, Without an earned grace, To be missed without any airing of words, To claim her rightful space. To be cared for in stillness And not just when soaked in pain- To be loved when there's sunshine And be held when it's rain! You crave softness, the one that listens and stays; Not one that comes visiting just on your shining days. You're so tired of stretching out and trying to cope; You want arms wrapping you in wordless hope. It's not loud, it is just lonely; It doesn't scream. It hums, Under the laughter, Between the footsteps, Awkward in-between moments that no one sees but you. It's the aching of invisible eyes, Of words swallowed Because no one is truly listening. Because reaching started feeling, Feeling Like begging. It's like falling asleep With a heart too full Of everything unsaid. Waking up to a world That spins just fine Without ever really looking at you.

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He sees the baby giggle— but not the hours I spend unraveling, shaking and trembling all the time, shushing a child while screaming inside, wondering if I’ll ever feel like me again. He turns on the TV, drink in hand, free to zone out, escape, while I pick up the pieces of a day he barely notices. He gets to choose what part of parenting fits him— the cuddles, the milestones, the moments that photograph well. I live in the in-between, in the quiet, soul-crushing maintenance of keeping everything from falling apart. I suffer in silence, drowning in a thousand small chores that no one counts but me— laundry folded, bottles washed, emotions swallowed. He sees freedom as a drink and a show and a night out with friends but I see it as five minutes in the bathroom with the door shut. He sees me as the mother— but not the woman I used to be, the one who danced, who laughed too loud, who wasn’t always tired and tender and invisible. He doesn’t see the postpartum fog that still clings to my skin, the intrusive thoughts I battle daily— uninvited shadows whispering worst-case fears while I am feeding the baby smile through the ache, keep going anyway. When he lifts a finger, he is praised— a “great dad.” When I do the same a hundred times over, it’s just expected. It’s my duty. It doesn’t even register. Even my basic needs have become luxury now I can’t remember the last time I showered I forget to eat when I am feeding the child and I scroll thru my past life- that I no longer feel part of, watching the world thru a window that I cant open. Some days, I want to disappear— not for drama, not for revenge, but because I’m so tired I can’t see the edge from the middle. I think about dying. And then I see his face— my baby’s face and think what would he do without me and I stay! Even when its so hard to. He doesn’t see that this love, this labor, has cost me pieces of myself no one ever asked about. But I see it. I feel it in my bones. And one day, I hope that I will be more than just what’s expected. I will be whole again. And I won’t need anyone to see me to know that I matter.

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Jun 27, 2025

Jun 27, 2025 at 1:46 AM UTC

Just.. Feelings...

He sees the baby giggle— but not the hours I spend unraveling, shaking and trembling all the time, shushing a child while screaming inside, wondering if I’ll ever feel like me again. He turns on the TV, drink in hand, free to zone out, escape, while I pick up the pieces of a day he barely notices. He gets to choose what part of parenting fits him— the cuddles, the milestones, the moments that photograph well. I live in the in-between, in the quiet, soul-crushing maintenance of keeping everything from falling apart. I suffer in silence, drowning in a thousand small chores that no one counts but me— laundry folded, bottles washed, emotions swallowed. He sees freedom as a drink and a show and a night out with friends but I see it as five minutes in the bathroom with the door shut. He sees me as the mother— but not the woman I used to be, the one who danced, who laughed too loud, who wasn’t always tired and tender and invisible. He doesn’t see the postpartum fog that still clings to my skin, the intrusive thoughts I battle daily— uninvited shadows whispering worst-case fears while I am feeding the baby smile through the ache, keep going anyway. When he lifts a finger, he is praised— a “great dad.” When I do the same a hundred times over, it’s just expected. It’s my duty. It doesn’t even register. Even my basic needs have become luxury now I can’t remember the last time I showered I forget to eat when I am feeding the child and I scroll thru my past life- that I no longer feel part of, watching the world thru a window that I cant open. Some days, I want to disappear— not for drama, not for revenge, but because I’m so tired I can’t see the edge from the middle. I think about dying. And then I see his face— my baby’s face and think what would he do without me and I stay! Even when its so hard to. He doesn’t see that this love, this labor, has cost me pieces of myself no one ever asked about. But I see it. I feel it in my bones. And one day, I hope that I will be more than just what’s expected. I will be whole again. And I won’t need anyone to see me to know that I matter.

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Once upon a time there were these two beautiful creatures A Fish and A Bird. They met where the water meets the sky The Horizon! He waited at the surface And she circled above. They reached and touched but she couldn’t hold water and he couldn’t breathe air So they dreamed.. Dreamed of living in the middle .. Middle of the sky and ocean But little did they know there is no middle between the sky and the sea .. so they said goodbye without saying it and kept loving from afar, from a distance!

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Jun 13, 2025

Jun 13, 2025 at 3:05 PM UTC

The Fish and The Bird

Once upon a time there were these two beautiful creatures A Fish and A Bird. They met where the water meets the sky The Horizon! He waited at the surface And she circled above. They reached and touched but she couldn’t hold water and he couldn’t breathe air So they dreamed.. Dreamed of living in the middle .. Middle of the sky and ocean But little did they know there is no middle between the sky and the sea .. so they said goodbye without saying it and kept loving from afar, from a distance!

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When you were my Yes; In a world full of Nos You were the only calm I knew Before I knew how it felt to lose, You were the open sunny skies Before I knew the cold winter The way we stitched stars to our dreams… And the way you didn’t have to ask my heart I just recognized it on my own! Our love was so loud.. Wild and fierce and untamed.. but It could not get louder than the voices… the voices I was raised to obey.. and voices built cages to tame its flame which is why the fire dimmed…. And even when I walked away It broke me in pieces where noone could see! And ever since I have worn silence; I have worn silence like second skin But you have lived in every quiet that I entered Memories of you crawl to me They find me in my every breath They find me in my shadow and just like that I carry you like my breath which I dont know to exhale- I am just an endless tide pulled trembling to your hidden shore.

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May 23, 2025

May 23, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC

Still....

When you were my Yes; In a world full of Nos You were the only calm I knew Before I knew how it felt to lose, You were the open sunny skies Before I knew the cold winter The way we stitched stars to our dreams… And the way you didn’t have to ask my heart I just recognized it on my own! Our love was so loud.. Wild and fierce and untamed.. but It could not get louder than the voices… the voices I was raised to obey.. and voices built cages to tame its flame which is why the fire dimmed…. And even when I walked away It broke me in pieces where noone could see! And ever since I have worn silence; I have worn silence like second skin But you have lived in every quiet that I entered Memories of you crawl to me They find me in my every breath They find me in my shadow and just like that I carry you like my breath which I dont know to exhale- I am just an endless tide pulled trembling to your hidden shore.

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