I don’t remember the moment I stopped feeling safe.
Maybe it was when I saw my mother’s tears
And realized love could be cruel.
Maybe it was when I learned to run,
To hide in silence,
To hold my breath until the storm passed.
But I was just a kid,
And love wasn’t meant to be this way.
I remember finding things I didn’t understand…
Images that twisted my thoughts,
Made me question what it all meant.
I was maybe 10,
But I wasn’t a child anymore,
Not after that.
Then came the quiet,
A new home with grandma,
Where the chaos slowed,
And the world felt a little softer.
Years later you moved in across the street,
And suddenly, I wasn’t alone.
We stayed up late,
Talking like we could create a new life,
A different world where love didn’t hurt.
I gave you all the parts of me
That no one else could see,
Believing in the illusion
That you could be the one to save me.
You made me feel safe,
For a while.
You were my first true love,
My safe haven,
And I dove in without looking back.
But you were a storm too.
You left- then came back,
And I let you, Every time.
Chasing the feeling of being wanted,
Of being enough.
I let you break me
And still, I waited for you to come back whole. But you didn’t.
You moved on,
Married, had kids,
And I was still stuck in the memories,
In the dream we never got to live.
Then the call came,
And my world stopped.
You tried to end your life,
I thought I could save you if I had enough time,
That I could bring you back from the edge.
But they took you off life support…
And you were gone.
And I was left,
Empty,
With a heart full of things I never said.
It’s been years now,
And I’ve built a life,
Found love in places I never expected,
But your absence still lingers.
Your face fades,
but your memory doesn’t,
And I still miss you,
In ways I can’t explain.
I forgive you,
For all the hurt,
For leaving me broken,
But I’ll never forget you,
Not ever.
Jan 28, 2025
Jan 28, 2025 at 5:05 PM UTC
I fell for him, not in whispers or sighs,
But in crescendos, in rhythms, in skies
Painted with notes that danced in the air,
Each song a thread of the love we’d share.
He wasn’t just music—he was the sound,
The hum of the earth, the pulse underground.
A genre, a chord, a tune soft and true,
Would echo his soul, would carry his hue.
But now he is gone, and silence remains,
A hollow refrain, a ghost in the strains.
Yet when music plays, I’m drawn to the year,
I search for a sign he might have been near.
Did he hum this tune? Did he hear this beat?
Did it brush his soul? Was it his retreat?
The thought is a comfort, though bittersweet,
A harmony bridging where life and death meet.
For love like this does not fade away,
It lingers in songs, in chords that replay.
So I listen, I wonder, I dream him alive,
Through melodies where his spirit survives
Jan 15, 2025
Jan 15, 2025 at 10:37 AM UTC
It goes back to the first wrong turn,
Looking up and down a street to learn,
No father clone, just one brother tight,
Here my mamas cries in the darkness of night.
she tried so hard to give us a better life,
instead ending with strife..
Some Nick guy stole my youth from me,
never did said sorry for sexually molesting me.
I held it inside, never told no one.
The child had died and the man begun.
Made me confused at such a young age
Stepped into the game of life at such an early stage,
My soul was lost, I was full of rage…
So let me turn the page..
Never could ever trust no one
Because of that I never truly had any fun.
Jealousy and envy towards everyone ,
I was a shadow
While the world was the sun.
Always wanted to just fit in,
Came up short from beginning to end.
So much hurt from the soul within,
Let me turn the page again..
I’d spend so many hours chasing the moon around,
Late at night inside my very small town.
That’s when trouble was found and I was on my way;
Juvi bound.
Trapped in a cell at the age of thirteen,
My nightmares began, vacant of dreams.
Wanting to live but surrounded by hate..
Fist fights over food, bloodshed for plates….
(My dad never finished this poem.. he committed suicide and I’m here to share his work, spread awareness on ****** assault as the damage it can do is unforgivable)
May 10, 2024
May 10, 2024 at 1:57 AM UTC
I used to put my faith into these numbers.
Wishing, hoping and dreaming that time could define
A perfect life with you….
and still
It doesn’t make sense to look back,
and think that 11:11 was just that.
“Make a wish” in text, sent every night,
Not a superstition and more than a time.
It was my way of saying that I truly love you,
and our dreams and our hopes will grow to be true.
I 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 to have faith
May 9, 2024
May 9, 2024 at 3:55 AM UTC
The truth in the light,
True colors in sight,
Choose words so wise in a Friday night fight,
Our future was bright,
But so dark tonight.
As I hold tight in another Friday night fight.
-JMFGP
May 4, 2024
May 4, 2024 at 1:59 AM UTC
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯,
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥.
𝘐𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘣𝘪𝘵,
𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴.
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦.
𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐’𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥.
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 1:52 PM UTC
If you loved me,
As much as I loved you,
You wouldn't have felt so alone.
If only our love story was different and if you would’ve ended up with me
you’d still be alive
and I’d be set free
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 5:58 AM UTC
You will never change your ways,
You won’t ever get to see,
How I would’ve been so good to you,
If you would’ve chosen me.
Apr 29, 2024
Apr 29, 2024 at 5:32 AM UTC
Black out.
Rock back, rock forth,
Tremble in terror,
Replay, replay,
inside screams,
Warm raindrops on flesh
Aug 31, 2020
Aug 31, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
I adore every breath you take. I am in love with every sound that escapes the soft curves of your lips as i kiss that spot between your jaw and neck. I melt when your hands touch my skin, dilly dallying across every inch of my body, because you take your time, nothing but pure love cultivating itself deep within my heart. I love going to sleep next to you and listening to you mumble about things that make no sense. I don’t think I can get enough of the way your voice sounds in the morning when sleep is still lingering in your throat and you look at me with heavy eyes. I love how I fall more in love writing about it.
I
Love
You
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 4:31 AM UTC