A thousand tears she wept, yet no one knew her pain.
One day the tears ran dry.
She grew so used to hurt
that numbness became her only friend.
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
If my coldness met with yours, would it give you warmth?
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 11:00 PM UTC
I am the most complicated
not by chance
but by choice,
cloaked in mystery.
However close you seek to come
another veil will rise
I am not easily understood,
far deeper than you dare imagine,
far beyond your reach.
I do not reveal myself
to idle hands,
and if I should unfold
you will wander paths
few have ever known.
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 9:30 PM UTC
He wore a mask,
and controlled the narrative.
His charm tried to pull her under,
but his eyes gave him away
she saw the lie.
She built her walls for a reason;
he never touched her heart.
She let him wear the mask,
and watched him play the part.
She’s not angry
just disappointed.
He never had to lie.
She would have loved
the man beneath the mask.
Jun 27, 2025
Jun 27, 2025 at 9:34 PM UTC
The pen moved
as ink met the paper.
It watched
her write him into a poem.
Line by line,
he became the soul of her story.
She couldn’t bear to end it
afraid he’d become
just fiction.
So she set the pen down,
left it unfinished
without a period.
May 26, 2025
May 26, 2025 at 12:58 PM UTC
She wanted all the colors in the palette box.
But they stayed just out of reach.
Only black was meant for her
so she wore it like armor,
and taught herself to live with it.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC
Like all stories that come to an end, he became the fiction to her poetry
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 4:56 PM UTC
She’s never really noticed.
She sits, and she’s invisible.
People pass, but no one really sees her.
Wherever she goes,
it’s the same.
She’s used to the silence,
used to being the background,
the empty chair,
the forgotten space.
But then one day,
someone notices.
Her seat is empty,
and he feels it.
He sees her studying in the lounge.
He asks,
“Where were you yesterday?”
And those words
so small,
so simple
meant everything.
She was noticed.
She mattered.
He noticed her.
And for the first time,
her heart stirred
not just because she was seen,
but because it was him.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 4:42 PM UTC
She sits
in her favorite spot,
sipping coffee
one sip at a time.
Reading her book,
lost in another world.
He passes by,
glancing at her,
wanting to say something,
but thinking she never notices.
He tells himself,
She’s too far lost
between the pages.
But she feels his presence.
When he looks away,
she looks at him
in awe,
how beautiful he is.
She wonders,
Does he know?
That her book stopped making sense
after the first glance.
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 4:35 PM UTC
In a room that is black and white, she dreams of him in colors.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 12:22 AM UTC