darkgraffiti31 - Hello Poetry

And the biggest heartbreak of it all Was never just that they fell apart It’s that she had been taught she didn’t deserve real love It’s that the echoes of her past told her she would never be enough He tried to show her she was enough Ghosts from her past left fingerprints on every crumbling stone She built a mausoleum around her heart Sealing away the fears that whisper in moonlit misery He felt the spark in her laughter when she let herself be seen He cherished the quiet strength hidden behind the armour He searched for an opening to reach her heart Praying his love was enough Love was like poison running through her veins Bitter yet so sweet and unsafe to swallow She felt the ache of the “what if” And ran from the pleasure of “this is where I belong” He tried to be her antidote She began to see him as pathetic She wore a cold smirk knowing that he became broken like her Now, she dwells behind her phantom-filled mausoleum. Wrapped in the regret of losing him Haunted by his absence, like a chaotic comforting lullaby aching in the background Struggling to survive the biggest heartbreak of it all

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Nov 5, 2025

Nov 5, 2025 at 11:43 PM UTC

Wrapped in Regret

And the biggest heartbreak of it all Was never just that they fell apart It’s that she had been taught she didn’t deserve real love It’s that the echoes of her past told her she would never be enough He tried to show her she was enough Ghosts from her past left fingerprints on every crumbling stone She built a mausoleum around her heart Sealing away the fears that whisper in moonlit misery He felt the spark in her laughter when she let herself be seen He cherished the quiet strength hidden behind the armour He searched for an opening to reach her heart Praying his love was enough Love was like poison running through her veins Bitter yet so sweet and unsafe to swallow She felt the ache of the “what if” And ran from the pleasure of “this is where I belong” He tried to be her antidote She began to see him as pathetic She wore a cold smirk knowing that he became broken like her Now, she dwells behind her phantom-filled mausoleum. Wrapped in the regret of losing him Haunted by his absence, like a chaotic comforting lullaby aching in the background Struggling to survive the biggest heartbreak of it all

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Some nights, I wake up And the walls are the wrong color. My hands remember a door That isn’t there. I count my ribs in the dark, Find one missing, Wonder who took it And what they built from the piece of me They stole. The mirror blinks first, Like it knows what I did. My phone lights up with a name I haven’t spoken in months Or maybe it’s my own, Spelled backwards. I drink water and the glass is cracked. Something leaks out Hope, or maybe last year’s secrets. I write a note to myself And hide it under the pillow For the ghost who keeps forgetting Why they haunt me.

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Oct 31, 2025

Oct 31, 2025 at 3:51 AM UTC

They Visit at 3A.M.

Some nights, I wake up And the walls are the wrong color. My hands remember a door That isn’t there. I count my ribs in the dark, Find one missing, Wonder who took it And what they built from the piece of me They stole. The mirror blinks first, Like it knows what I did. My phone lights up with a name I haven’t spoken in months Or maybe it’s my own, Spelled backwards. I drink water and the glass is cracked. Something leaks out Hope, or maybe last year’s secrets. I write a note to myself And hide it under the pillow For the ghost who keeps forgetting Why they haunt me.

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She walks in and the world forgets to breathe Blonde hair shining like morning sunlight Eyes the color of clear skies after a storm Skin soft and bright as silk sheets in summer Her smile is the start of every good day Her laughter is a melody you never want to end She is grace in motion, Long and elegant Five foot ten, The perfect height for holding close Every step she takes is poetry Her voice fills the room, sweet and haunting Notes linger in the air, Gentle as a promise When she sings, you remember every childhood wish When she looks at you, you believe in forever She is beautiful in ways cameras cannot keep Stunning in the way the stars are, Silent and sure Amazing in every glance, Every word, every gentle touch She feels like coming home after wandering lost She makes you want to write love songs and start over She is the daydream that finally comes true She is hope dressed as a woman And when she chooses you, You know Love is not a myth, It is her standing right here

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Oct 29, 2025

Oct 29, 2025 at 12:13 AM UTC

She's Moving in Poetry

She walks in and the world forgets to breathe Blonde hair shining like morning sunlight Eyes the color of clear skies after a storm Skin soft and bright as silk sheets in summer Her smile is the start of every good day Her laughter is a melody you never want to end She is grace in motion, Long and elegant Five foot ten, The perfect height for holding close Every step she takes is poetry Her voice fills the room, sweet and haunting Notes linger in the air, Gentle as a promise When she sings, you remember every childhood wish When she looks at you, you believe in forever She is beautiful in ways cameras cannot keep Stunning in the way the stars are, Silent and sure Amazing in every glance, Every word, every gentle touch She feels like coming home after wandering lost She makes you want to write love songs and start over She is the daydream that finally comes true She is hope dressed as a woman And when she chooses you, You know Love is not a myth, It is her standing right here

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We never said goodbye We just became strangers with memories I watched you turn soft confessions into exit wounds We made promises just to break them quietly You loved me like a secret you were ashamed of I loved you like a future that never arrived You held back when I needed you the most I gave everything to someone already gone Some nights I hear you in every song Some mornings I wish you’d haunt me less This is how I bury you One song at a time

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Oct 28, 2025

Oct 28, 2025 at 12:01 PM UTC

Heartbreak Eulogy

We never said goodbye We just became strangers with memories I watched you turn soft confessions into exit wounds We made promises just to break them quietly You loved me like a secret you were ashamed of I loved you like a future that never arrived You held back when I needed you the most I gave everything to someone already gone Some nights I hear you in every song Some mornings I wish you’d haunt me less This is how I bury you One song at a time

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I woke up and the world was still Painted in yesterday’s shadows. My name, a whisper I barely answered. I counted the losses like bruises Each one a secret I wore under my clothes. You don’t wake up brave. You wake up empty. And sometimes, that’s enough. I made coffee with trembling hands, Opened the windows, let in October No one tells you the sky doesn’t change Just because someone broke your heart. No one tells you the sun will rise With or without your permission. So, I let the morning floor my room Like forgiveness, Let it paint all over the worlds I never said. I am still here, Even when I wish I wasn’t I am still here, And today, that’s the revolution

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Oct 28, 2025

Oct 28, 2025 at 11:40 AM UTC

The Revolution

I woke up and the world was still Painted in yesterday’s shadows. My name, a whisper I barely answered. I counted the losses like bruises Each one a secret I wore under my clothes. You don’t wake up brave. You wake up empty. And sometimes, that’s enough. I made coffee with trembling hands, Opened the windows, let in October No one tells you the sky doesn’t change Just because someone broke your heart. No one tells you the sun will rise With or without your permission. So, I let the morning floor my room Like forgiveness, Let it paint all over the worlds I never said. I am still here, Even when I wish I wasn’t I am still here, And today, that’s the revolution

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My mind is a record skipping Old songs and broken dialogue Her laughter in the kitchen Her silence in the hallway The apology I never heard The goodbye I never gave I replay scenes in slow motion Rewind and rewatch every sigh Was this where it started to end? Was I too much, or not enough? Did she feel the tremor too or was it just me? Turning love over in my hands Like a stone I can’t put down Night keeps pressing in Questions blooming like wild vines I bargain with ghosts Promise tomorrow I’ll let it rest But morning comes And the ache stays Some songs don’t end; they just keep skipping in your head.

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Oct 28, 2025

Oct 28, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC

Broken Vinyls

My mind is a record skipping Old songs and broken dialogue Her laughter in the kitchen Her silence in the hallway The apology I never heard The goodbye I never gave I replay scenes in slow motion Rewind and rewatch every sigh Was this where it started to end? Was I too much, or not enough? Did she feel the tremor too or was it just me? Turning love over in my hands Like a stone I can’t put down Night keeps pressing in Questions blooming like wild vines I bargain with ghosts Promise tomorrow I’ll let it rest But morning comes And the ache stays Some songs don’t end; they just keep skipping in your head.

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When music is your confession. When songs speak the words your tongue won't. When art screams the pain your heart can't.

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Oct 28, 2025

Oct 28, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC

Sounds for Sleepless Nights

When music is your confession. When songs speak the words your tongue won't. When art screams the pain your heart can't.

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he replays her birthday through his mind “make a wish,” he says with excitement. she pauses, thoughts running, then blows out the flame. He remembers her smile, The way the candle dimmed, And how their love did too. Now he lies awake wondering, Was the wish she made For someone better? For him to fade away? His heart shattered, He gathers the pieces Trying to make sense of what remains She once told him, “Maybe one day I’ll be creative inspiration” Maybe she knew. Maybe this was her plan. Awake, he lays in the dark, Writing poems and stories of How the relationship lost its spark. Broken-hearted, sobbing He whispers to himself. “My darling, you’ve become my muse”

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Oct 20, 2025

Oct 20, 2025 at 3:36 AM UTC

A Smile I Hope I Never Forget

he replays her birthday through his mind “make a wish,” he says with excitement. she pauses, thoughts running, then blows out the flame. He remembers her smile, The way the candle dimmed, And how their love did too. Now he lies awake wondering, Was the wish she made For someone better? For him to fade away? His heart shattered, He gathers the pieces Trying to make sense of what remains She once told him, “Maybe one day I’ll be creative inspiration” Maybe she knew. Maybe this was her plan. Awake, he lays in the dark, Writing poems and stories of How the relationship lost its spark. Broken-hearted, sobbing He whispers to himself. “My darling, you’ve become my muse”

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I woke up and the world was still painted in yesterday’s shadows. My name, a whisper I barely answered. I counted the losses like bruises each one a secret I wore under my clothes. You don’t wake up brave. You wake up empty. And sometimes, that’s enough. I made coffee with trembling hands, opened the window, let in October and the wild, impatient birds. No one tells you the sky doesn’t change just because your heart broke. No one tells you the sun will rise with or without your permission. So, I let the morning flood my room like forgiveness, let it paint over all the words I never said. I am still here, even when I wish I wasn’t. I am still here, and today, that’s the revolution.

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Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 11:54 PM UTC

The Day I Decided Not To Disappear

I woke up and the world was still painted in yesterday’s shadows. My name, a whisper I barely answered. I counted the losses like bruises each one a secret I wore under my clothes. You don’t wake up brave. You wake up empty. And sometimes, that’s enough. I made coffee with trembling hands, opened the window, let in October and the wild, impatient birds. No one tells you the sky doesn’t change just because your heart broke. No one tells you the sun will rise with or without your permission. So, I let the morning flood my room like forgiveness, let it paint over all the words I never said. I am still here, even when I wish I wasn’t. I am still here, and today, that’s the revolution.

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I saw her the other day Tried to avoid her Hoping she would not see me My friend called me over I could have walked right past her To get to his desk But i took the long way around He asked about my birthday Even though he was there He asked about my grandparents Even though he already knew I kept my voice low Not wanting her to hear Still, my eyes found her Just for a moment And it shattered me all over again I cannot process How she is so unfazed How she has erased our history How she has simply let go.....

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 10:20 PM UTC

Living With A Ghost Longer Than A Lover

I saw her the other day Tried to avoid her Hoping she would not see me My friend called me over I could have walked right past her To get to his desk But i took the long way around He asked about my birthday Even though he was there He asked about my grandparents Even though he already knew I kept my voice low Not wanting her to hear Still, my eyes found her Just for a moment And it shattered me all over again I cannot process How she is so unfazed How she has erased our history How she has simply let go.....

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