deadophelia - Hello Poetry

I think what hurts the most is how quietly you stopped loving me. No slammed doors, no grand endings.. just a gradual dimming, like someone turning down the lights one click at a time until I was sitting in the dark, still believing the room was bright. I kept talking, hoping you’d hear me, hoping you’d turn back and say you were just tired, just overwhelmed—anything but done. But you mastered the art of saying nothing with a tenderness that made it feel like my fault for wanting more. You used to look at me like you were learning a new language. Then one day your eyes changed, and suddenly, I was the stranger you had already translated, understood, and grown bored of. Maybe the bitter truth is you didn’t leave suddenly, I just noticed late. You grew out of us while I was still praying we were just having a hard week. And now we’re two people who used to promise things; big things, forever things— That’s the strange part: We loved each other so loudly, and somehow ended in a silence no one knows how to break.

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Nov 24, 2025

Nov 24, 2025 at 3:50 AM UTC

deadophelia

Strange Part

I think what hurts the most is how quietly you stopped loving me. No slammed doors, no grand endings.. just a gradual dimming, like someone turning down the lights one click at a time until I was sitting in the dark, still believing the room was bright. I kept talking, hoping you’d hear me, hoping you’d turn back and say you were just tired, just overwhelmed—anything but done. But you mastered the art of saying nothing with a tenderness that made it feel like my fault for wanting more. You used to look at me like you were learning a new language. Then one day your eyes changed, and suddenly, I was the stranger you had already translated, understood, and grown bored of. Maybe the bitter truth is you didn’t leave suddenly, I just noticed late. You grew out of us while I was still praying we were just having a hard week. And now we’re two people who used to promise things; big things, forever things— That’s the strange part: We loved each other so loudly, and somehow ended in a silence no one knows how to break.

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I thought the ending would take everything with it— the ache, the memories, the part of me that stayed too long. But endings are quiet liars. They don’t erase anything. They just give the anger enough space to breathe. Only when the fire dimmed did the sadness slip in— soft, almost gentle, like it was waiting its turn. Not sadness for you. Sadness for me. For the girl who held everything together with shaking hands, and wasn’t seen. For the sacrifices that were treated like air. For the love that went uncounted. I am not crying for the loss— I am crying for the cost. And somehow, that feels like healing.

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Nov 19, 2025

Nov 19, 2025 at 5:04 AM UTC

deadophelia

After the Fire

I thought the ending would take everything with it— the ache, the memories, the part of me that stayed too long. But endings are quiet liars. They don’t erase anything. They just give the anger enough space to breathe. Only when the fire dimmed did the sadness slip in— soft, almost gentle, like it was waiting its turn. Not sadness for you. Sadness for me. For the girl who held everything together with shaking hands, and wasn’t seen. For the sacrifices that were treated like air. For the love that went uncounted. I am not crying for the loss— I am crying for the cost. And somehow, that feels like healing.

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I passed your street, the night was still, And all I felt was what we will Never become, though once we dreamed, Now lost in time, or so it seemed. Your face is fading, soft and slow, No hand to hold, no place to go. Yet still I hope in some new day, I’ll see you old, and hear you say: “I loved you once, I always did.” But love like ours stays gently hid.

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Jul 6, 2025

Jul 6, 2025 at 11:46 PM UTC

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Fading

I passed your street, the night was still, And all I felt was what we will Never become, though once we dreamed, Now lost in time, or so it seemed. Your face is fading, soft and slow, No hand to hold, no place to go. Yet still I hope in some new day, I’ll see you old, and hear you say: “I loved you once, I always did.” But love like ours stays gently hid.

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she was never yours to hold forever— only to cherish while the moment stayed. you loved her, yes, but love is not a chain. she moved like rain that never asked permission. you called it love— but only when the sun was out. when she cried, you flinched. when she doubted, you ran. she needed space to become herself, and you— you needed grace to understand: it’s okay to let her go. because love isn’t staying to fix— it’s knowing when to set someone free without feeling like you failed.

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Jun 19, 2025

Jun 19, 2025 at 5:54 AM UTC

deadophelia

loose

she was never yours to hold forever— only to cherish while the moment stayed. you loved her, yes, but love is not a chain. she moved like rain that never asked permission. you called it love— but only when the sun was out. when she cried, you flinched. when she doubted, you ran. she needed space to become herself, and you— you needed grace to understand: it’s okay to let her go. because love isn’t staying to fix— it’s knowing when to set someone free without feeling like you failed.

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i’ll sit with your silence, even when it’s loud. trade my heartbeat for yours if the world gets too proud. you don’t have to shimmer to be seen by me— i’d still find your shadows in a moonless sea. i’m not here to fix you, not here to claim— just to hold your storms when you can’t name the rain. cool isn’t cold, and love ain’t loud. sometimes it’s dancing without a crowd. it’s small things, quiet— like waiting in line just to bring you coffee at half-past nine. if your dreams break down, i won’t build new— i’ll sit in the pieces right next to you. i don’t want the sunshine if it don’t warm your skin— i’d rather lose the light than let you dim within. so lean, don’t ask. fall, i’m near. i won’t fade— i’m already here.

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May 26, 2025

May 26, 2025 at 6:35 AM UTC

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already here

i’ll sit with your silence, even when it’s loud. trade my heartbeat for yours if the world gets too proud. you don’t have to shimmer to be seen by me— i’d still find your shadows in a moonless sea. i’m not here to fix you, not here to claim— just to hold your storms when you can’t name the rain. cool isn’t cold, and love ain’t loud. sometimes it’s dancing without a crowd. it’s small things, quiet— like waiting in line just to bring you coffee at half-past nine. if your dreams break down, i won’t build new— i’ll sit in the pieces right next to you. i don’t want the sunshine if it don’t warm your skin— i’d rather lose the light than let you dim within. so lean, don’t ask. fall, i’m near. i won’t fade— i’m already here.

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the city buzzes with chaos, honks and heat pressing in, but with you beside me, i forget the world outside. red lights flicker across your face, half in shadow, half in light, i don’t speak, too lost in how beautiful you are. you ask if i’m okay, but i’m caught in this moment, drowning in you, in the stillness between us. the traffic? barely noticed. the noise? a faint echo. in your presence, the world doesn’t matter.

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May 22, 2025

May 22, 2025 at 3:37 AM UTC

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drowning in jakarta's traffic

the city buzzes with chaos, honks and heat pressing in, but with you beside me, i forget the world outside. red lights flicker across your face, half in shadow, half in light, i don’t speak, too lost in how beautiful you are. you ask if i’m okay, but i’m caught in this moment, drowning in you, in the stillness between us. the traffic? barely noticed. the noise? a faint echo. in your presence, the world doesn’t matter.

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i saw through your lies, but i still miss you. is that a sin? a flaw in my spine? then let me serve my sentence in memory. she holds you, but not like i did— not like flame holds air. her kiss is water. mine was wine. my love is wide— victoria lake could drown in it. it rose higher than the empire state and dove headfirst into the deep where names echo and never return. so tell me, if i still desire you, if i long for you to long for me— is it a crime?

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May 7, 2025

May 7, 2025 at 12:40 AM UTC

deadophelia

Is It a Crime?

i saw through your lies, but i still miss you. is that a sin? a flaw in my spine? then let me serve my sentence in memory. she holds you, but not like i did— not like flame holds air. her kiss is water. mine was wine. my love is wide— victoria lake could drown in it. it rose higher than the empire state and dove headfirst into the deep where names echo and never return. so tell me, if i still desire you, if i long for you to long for me— is it a crime?

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maybe not now, not quite today, but somewhere down the winding way, when time feels right and skies align, your path will gently cross with mine. i won’t rush fate, i’ll let it flow, there’s still so much we’ll come to know. no need for maps, no need to see— we’ll meet again. we’re meant to be.

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May 6, 2025

May 6, 2025 at 11:11 PM UTC

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fate

maybe not now, not quite today, but somewhere down the winding way, when time feels right and skies align, your path will gently cross with mine. i won’t rush fate, i’ll let it flow, there’s still so much we’ll come to know. no need for maps, no need to see— we’ll meet again. we’re meant to be.

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one day, you'll pass by a streetlight humming too low and hear peace in the silence. one day, a forgotten song will play, and something soft will settle in your chest— not sadness, not quite memory, just a warmth without a name. you’ll taste the air before rain and not feel alone. not because i stayed— but because love does, quietly, without needing to be seen. and though you don’t need me now, but i’ll remain—folded in the lining of your heart. and when things fall apart, i’ll be waiting, open-armed and unspoken. i will be there when it happens— not in body, not in voice, but in the hush between moments, in the calm after ache.

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Apr 29, 2025

Apr 29, 2025 at 3:15 AM UTC

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one day

one day, you'll pass by a streetlight humming too low and hear peace in the silence. one day, a forgotten song will play, and something soft will settle in your chest— not sadness, not quite memory, just a warmth without a name. you’ll taste the air before rain and not feel alone. not because i stayed— but because love does, quietly, without needing to be seen. and though you don’t need me now, but i’ll remain—folded in the lining of your heart. and when things fall apart, i’ll be waiting, open-armed and unspoken. i will be there when it happens— not in body, not in voice, but in the hush between moments, in the calm after ache.

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when the world weighs too much, and silence roars louder than thought, i’ll be your ground, run to me. when your heart breaks in pieces, i’ll gather them close, come, run to me. when the night feels endless, i’ll be your spark, run to me. in the chaos, i’ll be your calm, come, run to me.

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Apr 29, 2025

Apr 29, 2025 at 12:43 AM UTC

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you run to me

when the world weighs too much, and silence roars louder than thought, i’ll be your ground, run to me. when your heart breaks in pieces, i’ll gather them close, come, run to me. when the night feels endless, i’ll be your spark, run to me. in the chaos, i’ll be your calm, come, run to me.

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