You saw me.
Until one day,
You didn’t.
At first you made me feel seen and thought of,
But your thoughtfulness soon turned to forgetfulness
And your forgetfulness gave way to unfaithfulness and echoed my unworthiness.
I never felt like I was good enough for you
Your words affirming, spoke differently
But your actions -
Your actions validated my fears.
My fear that I was unworthy of your love.
My insecurity screamed I wasn’t enough,
Whatever enough was and reshapes to be.
In all its categories I could be measured in,
enough wouldn’t ever describe me,
Least of all for you.
You made me question,
You made me doubt,
Was I really someone you could so easily forget about.
You saw me.
until one day,
You didn’t.
You didn’t see the tears,
My withdrawal from living the reality of my fears.
You didn’t see the pain you caused,
Because you no longer saw
me
Me-
Standing before you,
picking up the pieces that you shattered,
Through the disappointments,
The devastation,
The betrayal,
The brokenness,
Left to grieve the loss of what was and what could have been.
The reality that our love story,
will never happen again.
Even if your eyes were unveiled from the fog you’ve been in,
And finally saw
me
You’d never get the chance to really see.
to know me, in full transparency.
You’ll look back
and regret the things you chased,
When you wake up and realize
What you were searching for
Was right in front of your face.
I’d be the girl you had,
but one day,
Let slip away.
Oct 15, 2025
Oct 15, 2025 at 9:14 AM UTC
In the summer,
Nature and my imagination were my teachers. They taught me, who it was that I was meant to be.
Bike rides, either solo or with friends,
I was out on adventure riding free
with my imagination again.
Hands in the air,
And the wind at my back,
I was off to explore some place no one had.
My skinned up knees from climbing trees
Out here there was no politics and no hate,
I simply was there to explore and appreciate.
Where I came from
and no thought to what the future might hold,
I was like the creek water that ebbed and flowed.
In the water, there was no definitive beginning and no end in sight
Live in the moment, soak it all in,
where I was standing might not ever ‘be’ again
The tree I climbed all those summers ago
Nothing is left standing but the memories I hold
It revealed to me something i’ve always known
There will be flowers and weeds wherever I roam
I can not hide from my feelings and my pain
If I do, what will I gain?
My shoe impression left in the dirt
Or did the dirt impress upon me?
To remember how the the quiet, the stillness, made me feel free
No distraction from phones
No real measure of time
except the street lights which signaled the end of my ride.
As a ride home for the day
I feel satisfied
my mind was clear
my hands were *****
my knees scraped up
my heart full knowing
That I had spent my time
where I was meant to be
letting nature and imagination teach me.
Oct 14, 2025
Oct 14, 2025 at 9:07 AM UTC
I saw and felt the fireworks
that lit up the midnight sky,
the thunderous bursts that dazzled
but all too quickly faded
My heart was the canvas for your sky
You exploded it with your your words
half spoken truth and entire lies
And like the moon,
I only saw one side of your face
but given enough time,
the sun always rises.
The flame I thought sparked
was no firework but a warning flare
and in the light of day
there’s no hiding the smoke.
Oct 10, 2025
Oct 10, 2025 at 8:15 AM UTC
It was a cold day in November
But not as cold as your heart.
The promises we made
way back at the start
seem like a fairytale now.
When your promise lasts as long
as a shot in the glass,
and an empty face
is what you chase
the past can’t stay the past.
No matter how hard I try
To you I’m always second place.
When I look in the mirror
I don’t even recognize -
what happened to the girl
behind those now lifeless eyes?
I meant when I said
till death do us part
I am more dead than alive
with this bleeding broken heart.
Your love is all I wanted-
But now you leave me haunted
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 7:58 AM UTC
I barely feel the cold glass
as my head leans against the pane.
Rain blurs my reflection,
the day echoing back my own
cold, hollow, brokenness.
I’m wrapped in an old blanket
your scent now barely clings to,
as I sit and watch the cars below passing by.
Those cars, those people
all have places to go
and I
I sit here alone.
The world moved on but I can’t,
the rain keeps falling like my tears,
the day drowns with me.
I was starting to move on,
no longer looking for your face
in the strangers that I met
or the places we would go.
But on a cold grey day like this one,
your memory comes flooding back,
and my world is once again
stripped of color
and the vibrance of life.
And I grieve again
the loss of us:
of what was
what could have been
and what will never be,
all because you chose to leave
on a cold grey day like this one.
Oct 6, 2025
Oct 6, 2025 at 7:40 AM UTC
My heart longs for the slow paced life,
found in the cadence of the porch swing.
Wrapped in a blanket, nestled into you
while my red painted toes gently press
into the dry and worn porch boards
that creak as we sway,
while we talk and watch the fireflies
at the end of each day.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 12:42 PM UTC
The whiskey on your breath
and the ***** on mine,
the drinks go down smooth -
like your mouth on my body.
The heat from your body,
the warmth of your breathe,
we’re tangled together,
covered in sweat.
My body is a treasure map,
your tongue the key,
the twisting of the sheets,
the moan of release.
I’m addicted to you
Both the pleasure and the pain,
the passion that burns,
and the desire that can’t be tamed .
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC