Sarahtjaber - Hello Poetry

Not meant to be. Maybe that is what they call girls like me girls who love too loudly girls who reach with both hands even when the world keeps slamming doors between fingers. Every time you come closer something happens. A sister notices. A friend asks questions. A phone lights up at the wrong time. A city feels too small. A silence grows teeth. And suddenly there is distance again. I think the universe scares easy. It sees us laughing too hard looking too long holding onto moments like they could save us and it pulls the emergency brake. You are always almost mine. Almost in the way your hand lingers. Almost in the way your voice softens for me. Almost in the way we keep returning to each other after every goodbye like tides that never learn. I used to think love was enough. Now I think love is fragile when the whole world crowds around it trying to name it ruin it separate it. Still I find you everywhere. In songs I pretend not to understand. In midnight hours. In every sentence I restart because none of them say your name right. The cruel part is this. If we hated each other it would be easy. But we love each other so carefully so honestly and somehow that is exactly why everything keeps pulling us apart. Maybe we were written beautifully but not kindly. Maybe we are one of those stories where the timing keeps bleeding out before the ending can arrive. Not meant to be. Yet I keep choosing you in every version of my life even the ones where I lose you.

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6d ago

May 29, 2026 at 11:25 AM UTC

Sarahtjaber

The Closer We Get

Not meant to be. Maybe that is what they call girls like me girls who love too loudly girls who reach with both hands even when the world keeps slamming doors between fingers. Every time you come closer something happens. A sister notices. A friend asks questions. A phone lights up at the wrong time. A city feels too small. A silence grows teeth. And suddenly there is distance again. I think the universe scares easy. It sees us laughing too hard looking too long holding onto moments like they could save us and it pulls the emergency brake. You are always almost mine. Almost in the way your hand lingers. Almost in the way your voice softens for me. Almost in the way we keep returning to each other after every goodbye like tides that never learn. I used to think love was enough. Now I think love is fragile when the whole world crowds around it trying to name it ruin it separate it. Still I find you everywhere. In songs I pretend not to understand. In midnight hours. In every sentence I restart because none of them say your name right. The cruel part is this. If we hated each other it would be easy. But we love each other so carefully so honestly and somehow that is exactly why everything keeps pulling us apart. Maybe we were written beautifully but not kindly. Maybe we are one of those stories where the timing keeps bleeding out before the ending can arrive. Not meant to be. Yet I keep choosing you in every version of my life even the ones where I lose you.

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It was once an empty sheet, silent, weightless, plain. But ink kissed its surface, and suddenly, it breathed a fragment of you, sent across miles. The paper is no longer paper. It is your voice, folded between the lines. It is your hand, pressed into every curve of ink, as though you were sitting beside it, beside me. How strange, that distance loses its teeth when I hold this fragile thing. It feels as though my heart travels back to you, through the path your words carved, through the scent still resting on the page. This letter is not mere stationery it is proof. Proof that love survives oceans, that time cannot dull longing, that something as small as ink and paper can outweigh the heaviest miles. What gift could be more precious than this? A piece of your soul, placed gently in my hands. It tells me stories, it holds me close. It will stay with me as priceless as the heartbeat that wrote it.

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Sarahtjaber

Apr 6

Apr 6, 2026 at 11:59 AM UTC

Moonlight_Sparkle

Hand written Letters

It was once an empty sheet, silent, weightless, plain. But ink kissed its surface, and suddenly, it breathed a fragment of you, sent across miles. The paper is no longer paper. It is your voice, folded between the lines. It is your hand, pressed into every curve of ink, as though you were sitting beside it, beside me. How strange, that distance loses its teeth when I hold this fragile thing. It feels as though my heart travels back to you, through the path your words carved, through the scent still resting on the page. This letter is not mere stationery it is proof. Proof that love survives oceans, that time cannot dull longing, that something as small as ink and paper can outweigh the heaviest miles. What gift could be more precious than this? A piece of your soul, placed gently in my hands. It tells me stories, it holds me close. It will stay with me as priceless as the heartbeat that wrote it.

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I loved you past the point of sense, past the exit signs, past myself. Nothing ended clean. Nothing stayed. When I’m 6 feet under and the bugs are eating my heart, all they’ll taste is you. No heaven. No closure. Just proof that some loves outlive mercy.

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Mar 2

Mar 2, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC

Sarahtjaber

The Taste of You

I loved you past the point of sense, past the exit signs, past myself. Nothing ended clean. Nothing stayed. When I’m 6 feet under and the bugs are eating my heart, all they’ll taste is you. No heaven. No closure. Just proof that some loves outlive mercy.

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We say it like it’s our thing, like the word didn’t exist before you and me. In between, it drifts softly through our chat. After a laugh, a small kindness, or when I tease too much. sublime or a gentle you’ve not been sublime, like a little bell we both know the sound of. And somehow, that makes it sublime.

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Feb 26

Feb 26, 2026 at 7:17 AM UTC

Sarahtjaber

Sublime

We say it like it’s our thing, like the word didn’t exist before you and me. In between, it drifts softly through our chat. After a laugh, a small kindness, or when I tease too much. sublime or a gentle you’ve not been sublime, like a little bell we both know the sound of. And somehow, that makes it sublime.

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This is the way I speak to you now through a place you always look to watch my thoughts without hearing me. We orbit the same sentence back and forth like a bad habit. I slip, you teach me guilt. I fold, still standing anyway. You slip, and somehow it is the same lesson again. Nothing ever lands everything ricochets. We know the choreography by heart mistake, accusation, defense, silence repeat until tenderness forgets its own name. I say too much you hear too little we both keep score like it will save us. This is not distance it is a loop and we are very good at going nowhere. Some things do not fail loudly they just refuse to become.

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Jan 25

Jan 25, 2026 at 5:39 AM UTC

Sarahtjaber

Between Us

This is the way I speak to you now through a place you always look to watch my thoughts without hearing me. We orbit the same sentence back and forth like a bad habit. I slip, you teach me guilt. I fold, still standing anyway. You slip, and somehow it is the same lesson again. Nothing ever lands everything ricochets. We know the choreography by heart mistake, accusation, defense, silence repeat until tenderness forgets its own name. I say too much you hear too little we both keep score like it will save us. This is not distance it is a loop and we are very good at going nowhere. Some things do not fail loudly they just refuse to become.

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You were right. It was a fleeting feeling, a spark I mistook for a flame. I thought it would stay, thought it would grow into something with weight and permanence. But love, it turns out, can pass through gently, leave without breaking anything. What I felt for you changed, not into hate, not into regret, just into something quieter. You were right, and I’m still standing, a little wiser for it.

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Jan 2

Jan 2, 2026 at 4:09 AM UTC

Sarahtjaber

You Were Right

You were right. It was a fleeting feeling, a spark I mistook for a flame. I thought it would stay, thought it would grow into something with weight and permanence. But love, it turns out, can pass through gently, leave without breaking anything. What I felt for you changed, not into hate, not into regret, just into something quieter. You were right, and I’m still standing, a little wiser for it.

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Honey, I’ve been quiet. Not because I felt less but because I knew when to soften. I saw the weight you carry and chose not to add mine to it. I swallowed words that could have landed hard, turned sharp moments into silence. That was care. That was restraint. So don’t mistake my calm for absence. This gentleness is deliberate. Appreciate it.

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Dec 30, 2025

Dec 30, 2025 at 6:45 AM UTC

Sarahtjaber

Devotion

Honey, I’ve been quiet. Not because I felt less but because I knew when to soften. I saw the weight you carry and chose not to add mine to it. I swallowed words that could have landed hard, turned sharp moments into silence. That was care. That was restraint. So don’t mistake my calm for absence. This gentleness is deliberate. Appreciate it.

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When I go wrong I can’t see it through slammed doors and sharpened voices. If you’re furious with me, spill your heart, bleed it into words, say it messy, say it loud. But don’t exile me while I’m still trying to understand what I broke with my bare hands.

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Dec 29, 2025

Dec 29, 2025 at 10:34 AM UTC

Sarahtjaber

When will people learn

When I go wrong I can’t see it through slammed doors and sharpened voices. If you’re furious with me, spill your heart, bleed it into words, say it messy, say it loud. But don’t exile me while I’m still trying to understand what I broke with my bare hands.

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I want to be close to you closer than words allow, close enough that my breathing forgets it’s my own. Hold me like there’s nowhere else to go, like distance never existed, like my name fits right beneath your chin. I just want to stay within your arms, where the world quiets and I’m finally small enough to rest.

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Dec 18, 2025

Dec 18, 2025 at 9:36 AM UTC

Sarahtjaber

Within Your Arms

I want to be close to you closer than words allow, close enough that my breathing forgets it’s my own. Hold me like there’s nowhere else to go, like distance never existed, like my name fits right beneath your chin. I just want to stay within your arms, where the world quiets and I’m finally small enough to rest.

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