I loved her.
And she’ll never know.
Not because I couldn’t say it,
but because I knew it wouldn’t matter.
I studied her like a language
whose letters slipped through my fingers,
a silent script, a secret speech
I’d never dare to speak.
I watched her laugh with her friends,
their voices soft as dusk,
talking about men,
like we never stood a chance.
And I smiled.
Pretended I wasn’t quietly falling apart.
Remember that evening,
soft twilight fading,
the way your eyes held on a second too long.
You hugged me like a passing breeze,
light, fleeting, without weight.
You said my name like it didn’t echo in your bones,
but it did in mine.
Every **** time.
I saved her number once.
Didn’t even message her.
Just held it in my phone
like it meant something.
What if I texted?
Afraid I’d disturb her peace.
So I deleted it.
So I’ll keep it all.
The stupid hope.
The silent ache.
The nights I cried over someone who didn’t even know.
The poems I wrote and never sent.
The parts of myself I carved out just to make space for her.
But–
You’ll never know that someone,
a girl you barely noticed,
would’ve chosen you in every lifetime,
every version of reality,
even the ones where it broke her.
And I’ll keep loving you in a way that doesn’t ruin your life,
just mine.
Micko.
12.Aug.2025.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:58 AM UTC
Next Sunday,
whisper my name in your prayers,
I’ve started catching feelings,
before it’s too late for deliverance.
but don’t pray too hard.
How did we even get here,
this wild, reckless crush?
Your vibe,
pulled me in like gravity.
Isn’t it obvious?
How I hold my breath
when your eyes meet mine,
or when our hands brush
and I pretend not to feel it?
I’m scared.
Scared to step past where we joke,
where friendship ends
and questions begin.
But more scared to stay silent,
to keep hiding this wildfire
burning beneath my skin.
You’ve got me
breaking every rule I swore by,
lighting fires with matches
I promised not to touch,
making it **** near impossible
for a lesbian to stay holy. 😩🙏🏾
So next Sunday,
light that candle.
Whisper that prayer.
And if your heart skips a beat,
know mine’s racing,
waiting for you
to catch this flame,
or douse it
forever.
Micko
©️16 July 2025.
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC
I counted every strike,
Every whisper, every shadow, every knife of your gaze.
The disrespect, the lies, the mind games;
I wore them like scars in my chest,
Hoping, hoping, hoping that the chaos could be tamed.
I stayed,
Thinking patience could change you,
I bore your chaos like it was mine,
Hoping for something real in a place built on illusion.
But some things cannot be fixed.
Some hearts cannot bend.
And I saw, too late,
I could not mend what wasn’t mine to fix.
I stepped out of the wreckage,
Let your lies fester, let your shadows coil where they belong.
Carrying only what I could call my own...
The weight of everything I survived,
Every scar I bear is a line I will not erase, a story that still breathes.
Micko.
9.Nov.2025
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 1:04 AM UTC
Each day, I wake as though it’s my last.
Breath held gentle, shadows cast.
No sudden steps, no need to rush.
My soul stands half-stitched to this earth,
afraid to leave before it’s whole.
And when the night begins to break,
And silence draws across the ache,
Just longing for a little grace.
To leave no mess, no word unsaid.
I kneel beside my bed and pray...
God, if it’s Your wish,
Let me live to see the next day,
not to escape death,
but to finish what life began in me.
But if I must, my soul You keep,
For I have lived, and I have loved.
And so I wait, both still and brave,
A quiet prayer in each wave.
Because living, for me, is a sacred thing
a wish come true in a trembling place.
Just hoping to rise to one more day.
Written by Micko.
©️ 3.05.2025
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
They unearthed me like a secret they couldn’t bear to keep, unready, unwilling.
As I stood there, bare-souled,
Like love was a crime to confess.
words trembling on my tongue.
I whispered, “I’m human. I feel. Be gentle.”
But my plea dissolved in the silence.
They looked through me,
not as kin, not as blood,
but as something broken,
a stranger,a sinner,a shame.
So I unhooked my heart,
learned to float through the ache,
Years of silence,
Wrapped in cold shoulders.
Now they ask:
"Why don’t you call?"
"Why don’t you text?"
Strange, isn't it?
How absence echoes louder-
than presence ever did.
And still,
I carry on,
not untouched,
but unbroken.
Written by Micko
©️1.05.2025.All rights reserved.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
I wake with a quiet ache,
scrolling to our thread,
your name still there,
but silent.
Still, I send a message,
something small,
as if it might stir you
through the silence.
I picture your reply,
how you'd type and pause,
then send a heart,
or something silly,
just to make me smile.
Late nights were our ritual,
voice notes at 2 AM,
arguing over latest movies,
sharing dreams,
too fragile to say out loud,
except with each other.
The world spun with just us in it,
so selfish,
we never needed another.
We joked that anyone else
would steal our thunder,
dim the glow we found
in each other’s laughter
Days pass like drifting leaves.
I tell myself you're busy,
or resting,
or just forgot to reply.
And then,
the words I never wanted to hear,
you’re gone.
Gone,
while I was still waiting
for the next story,
the next laugh,
the next moment
with you.
Now our memories
live in unread messages,
and I’m still here,
talking to the past,
hoping it hears me.
Written by Micko.
All rights reserved.
30.April.2025.©️
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 12:58 AM UTC
In Loving Memory of Annconcillia Bonareri Kombo.
Beside your bed we sat, in silence and prayer,
Hoping for flickers, for breath, for a stare.
The minutes crawled slowly, the darkness too deep,
But you stayed still, in your quiet sleep.
We whispered your name, we begged, we cried,
Held onto hope as the hours passed by.
But this time, Mama, you didn’t fight
You slipped away softly into the night.
No final word, no parting sigh,
Just heavy air and one last goodbye.
The dawn came cold, but your warmth remained,
In stories and memories your soul engraved.
So rest, dear Mama, in skies so wide
We carry your love on the other side.
And though you never turned back to see,
A part of you still walks with me.
Originally written by Micko.
April.2025.©️
All rights reserved.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 6:01 AM UTC
Like stars that knew their place in the sky,
We didn’t find love, love found us
when your gaze brushed against mine like fate,
in that breathless second,
where everything else faded.
Written in silence, drawn in by light,
Like sunlight slipping through the cracks
of hearts we thought were sealed.
You and I were always meant to be,
With a touch like magic,
you inscribed your words into the walls of my heart.
Written by
Micko.
All rights reserved.
©️ April 2025.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 6:30 AM UTC
The same way I tricked my mind to love you,
In spite of all the red flags and emotional torture,
Is the same way I'll trick my mind to hate you.
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 5:13 AM UTC
I like them bedroom bullies,
Them nasty dominant bitches,
Put them tatas on me ,
Let them suffocate me ,
And even if I die,
It would be with a good cause,
Gently choke my neck,
Change them gears ,
Do some quick acceleration,
There comes some flapping sounds,
Down the hill we roll,
Swimming in our own sweat,
As my lips whisper your name, "zaddy",
Nov 17, 2024
Nov 17, 2024 at 5:44 AM UTC