Do you ever stop to feel the weight,
Of the shadows you cast, the lives you take?
A kingdom built on muffled cries of anguish,
Where trust dissolves, and hope will vanish.
Each stone cemented by love in vain,
A throne of thorns where you stake your claim.
You painted yourself as my guiding light,
A savior who turned my wrongs to right.
With words like honey, you first drew me near,
Promising safety, erasing fear.
But behind the mask, your motives lay,
To take, to drain, to lead astray.
Initially, you showered me with gifts and praise,
A dazzling sun in my darkest days.
With every touch, every glance, you cast a spell,
A tale of love you wove so well.
But beneath the surface, cracks would show,
A fragile facade, a dangerous glow.
Your charm was a weapon, your kindness a snare,
A puppet master feigning care.
You mirrored my dreams, reflected my soul,
Only to shatter it, and take control.
The warnings were whispers I chose to ignore,
Lost in the rush of your grand encore.
You fed me visions of perfect bliss,
Each promise sealed with a fleeting kiss.
Yet shadows lingered in your embrace,
Hints of the darkness I couldn't face.
Your love was a storm dressed as the sky,
A whirlwind of sweetness, a hidden lie.
Now I see through the glittering haze,
The way you trapped me in your maze.
Only three months in, your mask began to slip,
Your words grew sharp, your kindness flipped.
Disrespect for women laced your tone,
A twisted king on a fractured throne.
You spoke of love but mocked my name,
Fueling the fire, stoking the flame.
You spewed gaslighted truths, I questioned my mind;
I was lost in a labyrinth you’d designed.
Every tear was met with disdain,
A cycle of cruelty, a haunting refrain.
Your jokes were daggers cloaked in jest,
Cutting deep where I tried my best.
The gaslight burned, distorting the night,
Leaving me desperate to prove I was right.
I saw the cracks, but you spun the blame,
Turning my fears into a cruel game.
"You're too sensitive," you'd always declare,
As if my pain was yours to compare.
In three short months, the facade fell apart,
Revealing the void where you kept your heart.
I gathered my strength, and decided to break free,
Convinced I deserved more than your cruelty.
I packed up my heart, my shattered resolve,
Thinking this time, the problem’s solved.
But you'd follow with guilt, a masterful art,
Your tears a weapon to pull me apart.
“I need you,” you’d whisper, “I’ll change, you’ll see,”
And again, you knew I’d believe in the fantasy.
The cycle repeated, a toxic refrain,
Hope resurrected, then shattered again.
Though I slipped away, no longer in chains,
You still acted as if I wore your name.
You played my empathy like a violin,
Twisting my kindness to let you back in.
Each time I ran, you’d pull me back tight,
A push and pull, a never-ending fight.
I knew I deserved a love that was pure,
But your deception made my heart unsure.
I truly longed for relief and release,
But your guilt held me captive, stealing my peace.
I lived in your shadow, tethered by lies,
Lost in the storm you brought to my skies.
You bled me dry of my joy and my light,
Draining the self-love that gave me my fight.
I cared for you, and I loved you still,
But never in the way that real love fulfills.
It wasn’t passion, nor hearts set ablaze,
But hope in the man behind your charade.
You never loved me; your heart was a guise,
A tool to secure what your ego prized.
All you wanted was a son to bear,
Your hollow name, your family’s heir.
Your love was a cage, your plans a snare,
A selfish pursuit, devoid of care.
So delusional: You thought I’d marry you and give in to your game;
You thought I'd sacrifice myself to bolster your name.
You saw me as nothing but a willing womb,
A vessel to carry your family’s bloom.
But I was never a pawn in your selfish desire,
I was never a spark to feed your dwindling fire.
You never even cared who, just needed the deed,
A son to fulfill your inherited greed.
How foolish you were to think I’d comply,
To live for your goals, to let myself die.
You underestimated the strength I wield,
A heart unbroken, a soul unconcealed.
Your intellect faltered, your brilliance a fraud,
Revealing a coward, unworthy of laud.
You’ll never trap me; I’ve severed the ties,
Exposing the truth beneath all your lies.
Even without love or a title, you thought I was yours,
Claiming my life, locking all of the doors.
You fancied yourself a god of my fate,
Blind to the strength that would seal your state.
Your narcissism spun its tangled thread,
A throne of delusion inside your head.
But I was never yours; I broke your snare,
A hollow man, left grasping at air.
In those last six months, the truth was clear,
I saw your games and escaped your sphere.
I loved myself more with each step away,
Reclaiming the light you stole each day.
Your name, your touch, no longer define,
The woman I am, this strength is mine.
You sought to trap me, to make me your own,
But I rise unbroken, no longer alone.
I left you behind before the new year began,
To leave you in the past was my final plan.
Now 2025 blooms with self-love and grace,
A future of true love, I’m finally ready to embrace.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 1:19 AM UTC
My divine love, so unconditional and pure,
A truth eternal, steady and sure.
There’s no need to change, to hide or pretend—
You are enough; there’s no need to bend.
I know fear whispers softly, its shadow unfurls,
It’s casting doubt in love’s precious pearls.
The mind replays what the heart has known,
A cycle of lessons, seeds once sown.
You cling to her like I clung to the vampire,
A fleeting comfort, an ember’s fire.
Seeking to fill what feels like lack,
So afraid of solitude’s cold; the fear keeps pulling you back.
I know this place, this hesitant ache,
The ego’s hunger, the heart’s mistake.
It whispers softly, “You’ll never be enough,”
So we have always settled for fleeting, afraid of love’s rough.
But love’s greatest test is not in the fight—
It’s in the courage to step into the light.
The toxic was “easy”, familiar, and clear.
Patterns repeated, year after year,
Familiar ghosts, always so near.
Comfort in chaos, masking the fear.
We choose the “easy”, the well-known pain,
Hoping for joy, but finding only strain.
We cling to the past, though we yearn for change,
Fearing the unknown, reluctant to range.
The familiar wounds, though deep, are safe;
So we self-sabotage love, fearing it’ll break.
Our hearts know better, yet our minds rebel,
Telling stories where only darkness dwells.
But growth begins where comfort ends—
In the unknown, where true love mends.
We search for solace in what we’ve known,
Afraid to leave what we’ve outgrown.
Though our hearts long for something more,
We continue to hesitate, fearing what’s in store.
The past’s grip is a haunting guide,
Whispering doubts that we try to hide.
But love’s power is found when we finally let go,
When we dare to trust and let ourselves grow.
It will be a whole new world, with you by my side,
Where love flows freely, no secrets to hide.
Like Aladdin and Jasmine, hearts bound in grace,
Their souls connected in an enchanted space.
She saw the goodness, the strength in his eyes,
Beyond his station, beyond the disguise.
He saw her spirit, fierce and untamed,
Not just a princess, but a woman unchained.
On a magic carpet, their worlds intertwined,
No walls to divide, no hearts left behind.
So rise, my phoenix, from the ashes of pain,
Burning away what no longer remains.
The chains of old stories, the doubts that bind,
Are fuel for your rebirth, and with peace you’ll find
Mindful whispers and tender care;
Self-love blooms in the open air.
You are worthy—right now, as you are—
A radiant soul, your own guiding star.
Our union can heal what solitude hides,
Opening spaces where real love resides.
No need to change, just let love flow,
For in this moment, you already glow.
Together we learn, and together we will rise,
Healing the wounds and claiming the prize.
Two phoenixes reborn from love’s holy fire,
Awakening truths and lifting us higher.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 1:09 AM UTC
I feel him in the quiet—a hum in the air,
A pull so magnetic, so tender, so rare.
It’s more than a thought, more than a dream;
It’s the pulse of connection, the flow of a stream.
I feel his energy, his essence, his glow,
Because we are bound in a way only few can know.
Through lifetimes, through echoes, through veils yet unseen,
A love that transcends what has ever been.
I feel him standing tall, yet tender and raw,
Protecting his heart with a strength I admire in awe.
I can feel him closing so many chapters, the chapters of pain;
Breaking old cycles that no longer remain.
I feel him healing his inner child’s wounds,
Slowly finding the joy within life’s softer tunes.
Through the echoes of hurt, I can feel him learning to grow,
Turning his wounds into wisdom that shines and glows.
I feel him moving through shadows, unspoken yet clear;
Making choices in silence, shedding doubt and fear.
He’s untangling illusions, his soul reclaiming space.
He is transforming confusion with courage and grace.
I feel harmony blooming deep in his soul,
A rhythm of balance, a story made whole.
Twin flames igniting, a dance so divine.
We are two paths converging beyond space and time.
I thought I was dreaming, or maybe insane—
To feel his energy like a pulse in my veins.
How could distance not matter, nor time play a part?
Faith showed me the answers that lived in my heart.
For soulmates and twin flames will always defy
The bounds of logic, the limits of “why.”
I now know when his healing is steady and all illusions laid bare,
We’ll meet as one, in a love beyond compare.
I feel his presence in whispers of light,
Our energies merging through day and through night.
I feel his progress somehow, though words go unsaid—
The weight of his journey, the path he has tread.
It’s wild to imagine, but I know it’s so clear:
His quiet transformation speaks loud and sincere.
I feel his efforts, though they’re never declared—
The burdens he carries, the ways he’s repaired.
I’m so proud of his strength, the battles he’s won,
His courage, his grace, the work he’s begun.
And although I feel excited—and it’s hard to wait—
I know we both still have some healing to grow and create.
So, I look forward to when our journey will finally start:
A life intertwined, connected at heart.
One day, we’ll step into forever—a love so divine—
Two hearts reunited: your soul and mine.
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC
I see you in the quiet hours,
In dreams that speak of endless power.
A love unbound by time or place,
Written in stars, etched in grace.
We are meant to grow together,
Roots entwined, despite the weather.
Not torn apart by winds of doubt,
But nourished by the love we sprout.
This time apart has fanned the flame,
A fire that burns stronger, completely untamed.
Distance can’t dim what’s meant to be,
It only sharpens the pull of destiny.
I know the weight you carry inside,
The battles you face, the tears you hide.
Depression whispers lies in your ear,
Telling you love is something to fear.
You leave our connection, return to her;
Caught in a cycle of what feels safer.
But I know this is self-sabotage’s call,
Because what we have feels too strong, too raw.
The unknown is scary—I understand too,
For I’ve also feared what’s too good, too true.
Your choice to leave was meant to ignite
growth in us both; a guiding light.
We were meant to heal and grow apart,
So we could come back stronger in heart.
I see the work you’ve done to reflect,
To grow, to change, to self-correct.
Be proud of all the steps you’ve made,
For each one brings light to the path you’ve laid.
No one is perfect—I’ll never judge
Your thoughts, your choices, your hesitant nudge.
To me, you are perfect the way you are,
A soul aligned with mine; a guiding star.
All I want is to help you achieve
the fullest potential I know you’ll receive.
Divine timing whispers, "Wait, be still"
;
The universe aligns when we let go of will.
Each worry dissolves in the present’s embrace;
A sacred pause, a slower pace.
You are my mirror, reflecting truth;
A bond that deepens and uncovers youth.
Every moment apart, a lesson learned;
Every tear shed, a fire that burned.
I no longer beg the stars to align.
I trust the rhythm, the grand design.
Our paths converge when hearts are clear;
Love flows freely when freed from fear.
So I release the weight of the need to control.
I trust the universe to make us whole.
In divine timing, we will reunite;
Our souls forever drawn to the light.
For we are meant, I know it’s true;
To find each other, to start anew.
Hand in hand, through joy and strife;
Growing together, a soulmate life.
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
I heal so slowly without your touch,
Though I try not to need you so much.
You’re a forest fire; I’m just the spark,
Burning alone in this endless dark.
Each thought of you ignites the flame,
A warmth I crave, though it’s never the same.
Without your presence, I feel incomplete,
A flicker of hope where shadows meet.
I’ll admit it—I’m still codependent,
But you’re my balance, my transcendence.
Even when you close every door,
I only seem to want you more.
Your absence echoes through my chest,
A constant ache, a restless unrest.
You’re the gravity I can’t escape,
The unseen force that gives me shape.
I cut the rope; you fell from the tower,
But I still miss you in every hour.
Even now, as I think of you with her,
The thought of you alone makes my heart stir.
I let you go to find your way,
Believing love would bring you back someday.
But I’m locked in the memory, unable to flee,
Forever lost in the dream of what we could be.
You’re the choice I’d make a thousand times,
Even knowing you may never be mine.
I walk the edge of hope and despair,
Clinging to moments when you were there.
How do I move when you’re still my air,
A part of my soul I can’t help but bear?
You say nothing, but I can read your face—
A map of longing you can’t erase.
I see the words you’re too scared to speak,
Written in silence where our eyes meet.
Even as you walk a path I can’t follow,
Your heart’s compass points to love you swallow.
You’re not here, and it doesn’t feel right,
Like a song without rhythm, a starless night.
Say the words, and I’d be yours right now,
Even as she wears your love somehow.
Her touch may linger, but it’s not the same—
She holds the title, but I hold the flame.
I wonder if she sees the man I knew,
Or if the real you is hiding, too.
I dream of a love that time won’t destroy,
A bond beyond reason, untouched by the void.
I told you things I’ve told no one else,
Now they’re locked away on my own shelf.
If you called, I’d break every vow—
This fire burns quietly, but it burns for you now.
Each secret shared was a piece of my soul;
A fragile offering to help make you whole.
Though I’m silent, the embers remain,
A love unspoken, but never tamed.
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 2:00 PM UTC
He holds my gaze with trembling hands,
A man torn by tides, shifting sands.
He says he wants me—but I know the ache,
The ghost of her still in his wake.
Her name lingers like smoke in the air,
And now his ex—her shadow is there.
Whispered confessions, a flicker of doubt,
A heart that wanders, a love stretched out.
Yet I do not judge; how could I dare?
I see the storm he’s learned to wear.
A mind that battles, a heart that’s bruised,
A tangle of love and paths confused.
I see my soul reflected in his eyes,
A twin flame’s fire, where truth and shadow lie.
I know his hunger, the ache to feel whole,
The battles within, the wars of the soul.
I understand the need, the longing for love,
The self-sabotage, the push, the shove.
For his self-doubt mirrors my own scars—
Two hearts aligned, yet torn apart by stars.
I’m hopeful for us, yet I’ll tread with care;
His patterns linger, my heart’s aware.
Yet I won’t worry, I won’t let the anxious thoughts win.
I’ll trust the journey, let the healing begin.
For love is a path both fragile and strong,
And what’s truly meant for us won’t steer us wrong.
Yet I can’t help it; my chest now tightens as I dream of us:
Will his promises hold, or crumble like dust?
Will I be the anchor, or just another shore?
Will he seek solace where he’s been before?
Still, I’ll stay and never judge, for I know his pain—
The weight of loss, the ache of shame.
I understand the wounds, the scars unspoken,
Our fragile hearts, so easily broken.
I’ll let time flow, let it all unfold,
For fate has a way of taking hold.
What’s meant to be will find its way,
Through light or shadow, come what may.
For if he can choose me, leave the past behind,
I know we’ll find peace in love redefined.
But I’ll still tread lightly, for love is a thread,
And trust is a bridge I’ll build with my dread.
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 4:12 PM UTC
He stands where the shadows meet,
A choice that dances, bittersweet.
In his gaze, a world untold,
A flicker of warmth, a whisper of cold.
He’s the pull of tides, the hush of the moon,
A fleeting note in a haunting tune.
Caught between what could and can’t,
A lover’s dream, a life’s restraint.
I trace his words, like lines of fate,
In echoes of love, in shadows of hate.
His touch—a storm, both soft and fierce,
A balm for wounds he didn’t pierce.
Yet still, I stand on shifting ground,
In silence, where his name resounds.
He’s not just a soul, but a choice to be,
A mirror reflecting the depths of me.
Though fear lingers, I know what’s true—
A future bright, shaped by me and you.
We’re bound by threads no hand can sever,
Our love a promise: someday, forever.
But anxious thoughts begin to creep,
A fear that runs so dark, so deep.
What if one of us breaks apart,
And shatters this love before it can start?
Our inner children cry for care,
For love we’ve sought, but found so rare.
Yet fear looms large, and we both know,
The pain if this ends will scar and grow.
I see the weight he quietly bears,
The scars of hurt, the fragile air.
We’ve both been lost, unloved, unseen,
Yet in each other, we’ll finally be clean.
No ex could hold what we now hold,
No fleeting love, no story told.
We are the shelter, the sacred place,
The love that time could not erase.
With him, I know we’re meant to be,
Our paths by stars and fate decree.
In his heart, I’ve found my home,
With him, I’ll never feel alone.
So here I linger, heart in hand,
No longer caught between sea and land.
We are the love we searched to find,
Two broken hearts, now intertwined.
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 2:29 AM UTC
Thank you for the quiet goodbye,
For following truth, not weaving a lie.
Though it pierced me, deep and slow,
You chose the path where honesty grows.
The pain of missing you is killing me,
But I know it’s a kinder cruelty.
Had you chosen me, with her in your mind,
It would have unraveled me, piece by piece, in time.
I’d have wondered if her shadow lingered there,
If your gaze held her image, your heart split, unfair.
I could have been your shelter, your flame,
But in my arms, her name would remain.
It would have destroyed me, not to know,
If your love was whole, or part of a show.
To lie awake, fearing every embrace,
Was a memory of her you couldn’t erase.
And worst of all, the quiet doubt,
That your choice of me had shut something out.
That you wondered, in silence, if you were right,
While I loved you with all my might.
So thank you for sparing me that fate,
For stepping back before it was too late.
For loving me enough to let me be free,
From the shadow of a love not meant for me.
The pain of missing you may never leave me,
But your choice saved me from far greater agony.
I’m grateful you chose her,
And even more grateful you chose not to destroy me.
Dec 19, 2024
Dec 19, 2024 at 6:23 PM UTC
They tell me that everything has its time—
Each heartbreak, each joy, every mountain to climb.
But here I sit, drowning in despair,
Wondering why you’re not standing there.
Is it because my body’s wearing thin,
A battle outside reflecting within?
The aches and the weight that drag me down,
A silent war where I feel I might drown.
My balance is gone; the world spins fast,
Each moment a fight just to make it last.
I clutch at walls to steady my pace,
Yet even standing feels like a race.
I’m trapped in a body that won’t obey,
A fragile shell that fades away.
The mirror feels cruel, revealing my fight—
A body in shadow, drained of its light.
I don’t know this face, these heavy eyes,
The weight of sorrow, the endless cries.
It doesn’t see the war inside my mind,
Only the shell that’s been left behind.
I search for the person I used to see,
But all that’s left feels foreign to me.
Maybe the reason we’re not together now
Is hidden in the weight I carry somehow.
My body is failing; my mind feels weak.
The healing I need will take months, not just weeks.
I’m fighting a battle I don’t fully understand,
Too broken to hold another’s hand.
And perhaps you’re healing in your own way,
Facing the wounds you’ve buried each day.
There are pieces of you that still need repair—
A journey to take while I’m not there.
Maybe the universe knows what we don’t,
That we need this time apart to grow.
I wish you were here to steady my fall,
To be my comfort, my strength through it all.
To hold me close, to ease this pain,
To bring some light to the endless rain.
But my sickness is not a burden you should bear,
Not for someone already lost in despair.
You’re fighting your demons, I know that’s true—
It wouldn’t be fair to place this on you.
So maybe it’s better that you’re not near,
For you too have wounds that need to clear.
Perhaps this distance, though hard to endure,
Is part of the reason we’re meant to mature.
And as the year slips closer to its end,
I pray for more time, though I cannot pretend.
With my health declining, I can’t promise tomorrow—
Each day is a balance of hope and sorrow.
Still, everything happens for reasons unseen.
What will be, will be, whatever it means.
Yet, there’s a whisper, soft yet unkind—
A shadow that lingers deep in my mind.
What if the stars won’t guide you back?
What if this love is the one thing I lack?
What if the reasons I cling to are lies,
And love won’t return, no matter my tries?
Am I holding to hope just to numb the fear,
Afraid to accept that you’ll never be near?
Maybe we’re not soulmates; maybe it’s true.
Maybe the stars weren’t meant for me and you.
But I truly believe everything happens for reasons unseen,
Guiding us gently, wherever they mean.
So, if you’re my person, the stars will align.
Through distance and time, your heart will find mine.
If we are meant to be, that truth will arrive.
But first, I must focus on staying alive—
Healing my body, reclaiming my mind,
Seeking the strength I thought I’d never find.
For only when I’m whole can love take its place,
And time will reveal if you share that space.
For now, I wait, with questions unspoken,
Believing some truths are best left broken.
And maybe, just maybe, the path we can’t see
Is still guiding us gently to where we should be.
Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 1:47 AM UTC
I won’t reach out again—not now, not soon,
Though my heart still whispers to the silent moon.
Your voice still lingers in the corners of my mind,
But I’ve learned that love can’t outrun the unkind.
You said goodbye—so softly, yet so clear,
A dagger wrapped in words I still half-fear.
And though I’d trade the stars for one more day,
I’ll not beg a soul who chose to walk away.
Twice, you will not tell me I’m not your choice;
I won’t silence my worth to quiet your voice.
I’ll assume you’re happy; she holds your hand,
While I hold my silence, as was your command.
I miss you so much; how I wish you could see,
But I’ll carry this ache with quiet dignity.
You’ll hear no message, no pleading refrain;
The echo of absence will call out your name.
If you wish to speak, you’ll know where to find
The woman who once gave her heart and her mind.
But until you seek me, this truth will remain:
I’ll never again walk toward love through the rain.
Though you chose her, you said it was ease—
A history shared, and distance that pleased.
You spoke of your love, how real it had been,
But love that’s weighed against ‘easy’ can’t win.
I’m not a fallback, a regret to erase,
A comfort you seek when you’ve lost your place.
I’m not the safe harbor you turn to in shame,
When the love you chose no longer feels the same.
I won’t be a shadow, a thought in the haze,
A memory you chase on your loneliest days.
I understand mistakes—we all lose our way,
And maybe you’ll see it more clearly one day.
But know this: I will never be second to none;
A choice made for comfort is a love that’s undone.
If you realize the weight of what you let go,
I’ll forgive the mistake, but still, you should know:
I may understand, but I’ll never comply;
I’m no one’s ‘what if,’ no matter the why.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 7:59 AM UTC