I held the thread between my fingers,
tied neat little bows around silence,
learned the shape of all the pauses,
told myself they’d bend my way.
We were right for borrowed hours,
for the glow before goodbye,
but some threads slip through the weave,
before the pattern could begin.
Dec 20, 2025
Dec 20, 2025 at 4:35 AM UTC
In another life
Your elbow would nudge me
As Queen was playing
“Sorry about that,”
You’d say,
I'd still look up and
smile.
Then the boys would pat your shoulder,
My mum would grab her pizza,
And we’d both,
Go on our way.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 11:36 AM UTC
Maybe you're busy, maybe you're drained,
maybe your reports are stacked.
Maybe you saw my name appear
and chose not to text me back.
Maybe your charger exploded in port,
maybe your SIM card fled.
Maybe my messages sank to the seabed,
filed with the emotional dregs.
Maybe you slipped through a crack in the deck
and now live with the rats below.
Maybe Poseidon claimed your soul
for crimes I’ll never know.
Maybe a mermaid - drawn to your ocean eyes,
dragged you down for keeps.
Maybe now you host seaweed brunches
with the jellyfish and creeps.
Maybe you challenged Neptune
beneath a storm-raged sky.
Maybe he cracked your crown, sank your ship,
and left you there to die.
Maybe the sirens now sing you lullabies
while combing your braid of deceit.
Maybe you are building sandcastle futures
for every girl you meet.
Or maybe I deserve better than this
your silence, the storm, the mist.
Maybe I deserve more than driftwood love,
more than the shipwreck I’m left to sift.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
You stirred my heart with *** and lime,
Then stepped away before closing time.
A cherry grin, a sweet pretence,
A fleeting, ***** confidence.
The platform's empty
and here's the art:
My drink was real.
..You played the part.
Oct 9, 2025
Oct 9, 2025 at 12:39 AM UTC
We never made a promise, never tried
just slipped between arrivals and goodbyes.
No grand romance, no reason why
just one brief moment, once or twice.
You had your ship. I had the line.
We kissed, then drifted; clean, polite.
And though I knew you’d never be mine,
I still recall that final bite:
The glance through glass, the weight I wore,
the echo of your hand, now gone.
We said so little, but there was more
a tide still pulling; lingering on.
I stayed. You left. That’s what you do.
Still, once, I think you almost knew.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
I placed my hand on the small of her back
still warm from all we didn’t say.
We kissed, polite. No thunderclap.
Just breath, and metal, and one delay.
The doors slid open. I stepped out slow,
she stayed inside, fixed on the floor.
The crowd moved past. I didn’t go
not yet, not fully, not for sure.
Escalator rising, I turned again,
searched the glass through noise and steel,
and there she was, still, composed,
but something in her gaze was real.
We saw each other. Just a beat.
Then distance moved us. Silent. Neat.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 8:45 PM UTC
You placed your hand on the small of my back
gentle, familiar, nothing new.
We kissed, but only the kind that lacks
a pause, a pull, a scene to cut to.
The doors hissed open. You stepped outside.
I stayed behind, still holding breath.
I didn’t look up, I couldn’t decide
if your eyes held warmth, or just the end.
What if they begged me not to move?
Or worse, looked through me, blank and kind?
So I stared ahead, not brave enough
to read the truth you’d leave behind.
But just before the train pulled free
I caught your eyes. And they caught me.
Oct 2, 2025
Oct 2, 2025 at 8:43 PM UTC