I spent months convincing myself
that the way you looked at me meant nothing.
Maybe you were just kind.
Maybe your laughter lingered around everyone the same way.
Maybe the late-night conversations,
the shared songs,
the pauses before goodbye
maybe I only turned them into something more
because lonely hearts are good at writing fiction.
So I treated us like an old camera reel,
replaying every moment frame by frame,
searching for proof that you felt it too.
The way your eyes softened when I spoke.
The way your voice grew quieter at midnight.
The way silence between us never felt empty.
Still, I told myself
it was one-sided.
Unrequited.
A film I created alone.
But tonight,
with trembling hands and a heart tired of guessing,
I think I’m done watching from behind the lens.
So tell me
if I finally press play instead of pause,
if I stop romanticizing what could be
and finally ask you honestly
would you say yes?
18h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 4:37 AM UTC
You sat beneath the golden library light
like a story waiting patiently to be read,
while I hid behind unfinished pages,
pretending words mattered more than your presence.
Every afternoon became a silent ritual—
your quiet footsteps, my stolen glances,
two strangers speaking only through lingering eyes
and the soft accident of brushing hands between shelves.
Then one day, your chair stayed empty.
The library remained the same, yet everything felt missing.
Now every book I open sounds like regret,
every turning page asking the same question:
was that my chance?
And if fate ever writes us into the same room again,
would you still let me sit beside you—
or have I already become a story left unfinished?
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 6:22 AM UTC
The coffee grew colder
every time you walked in.
You always sat near the window,
where sunlight touched your face
like it was afraid to lose you.
I sat three tables away,
pretending to read books
whose words I never remembered.
Some days we looked at each other
for a second too long.
Enough to notice.
Never enough to begin.
The barista probably thought
we were lovers fighting silently,
or strangers waiting for courage
to arrive with the next cup.
But life is cruel in quiet ways.
You answered calls and left early.
I rehearsed conversations
that died before reaching my mouth.
And between the steam of coffee
and the ticking of ordinary afternoons,
we became experts
at almost.
Then one day
you stopped coming.
No goodbye.
No final glance.
Just an empty chair by the window
and two people
who could have loved each other
if only they had spoken
before time drank the last sip for them.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:56 AM UTC
Let me burn gently
like letters forgotten beneath candlelight,
like ink left out with no compromise.
slowly curling into ash
while your name lingers in the fire.
We were never made for peace,
we were never made for glory.
You spoke in storms,
and I answered with thunder.
Every conversation became a battlefield,
a war never meant to be won,
a war never meant to be fought.
every silence a graveyard
where unsaid words rot like fallen kings.
I once believed love was holy.
A cathedral built from ribs and promises.
Now I know
it's merely war wearing white clothing.
Sheep in wolves clothing.
Still—
I opened my chest to you willingly.
Not because I was brave,
but because I was tired
of carrying my own heart alone.
Do you know what it feels like
to drown without water?
To choke on memories
that replay like rusted blades
dragging against skin?
To speak words without piercing
my own?
To act like a knight without
a sword?
At night,
the universe becomes unbearably loud.
Stars stare at me
like gods waiting for entertainment.
And I,
a foolish mortal,
keep writing poems
instead of learning how to heal.
Maybe pain is addictive.
Maybe sorrow tastes sweeter
when spoken beautifully.
Maybe written archaic pain is beauty.
Or maybe I just wanted someone
to read my ruins
and still call them home.
If someday I disappear,
do not search for me in heaven.
You will find me instead
between unfinished sentences,
inside the smoke of midnight cigarettes,
beneath the echoes of “I miss you”
that never truly left the room.
And if you must remember me,
remember this:
I loved you
with the violence of collapsing stars—
beautiful, burning,
and destined to destroy itself.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 6:14 AM UTC
There is no bliss in this distance that we experience. There is emptiness that resides while no one hears my cries i slowly feel like im losing my mind. This is alright. Right? At least we have time for ourselves. But the thing is its not my time that i need this time. I dont need to remind myself how bad i am at being me. All I need is you. This is me being honest and all my words are true. Yes i am in love with you. And i miss you.
I am sorry for being overly dramatic. I know in this words it is not what you seek. I am an open book with no tricks. No kicks. No fakes. No lies. Just cries. With pain. Mundane feels. Beneath cold feets. It is 1 am. I shouldve been asleep. But words flow and i cant stop thinking about things i shouldnt think yet this thought flow like unending creeks. I cannot stop. I dont want to stop. I want this thoughts to overflow till my thoughtsbbecome thoughtless. Mind become mindless till I become heartless. Not thst i dont want to feel. I just feel like anytime i will explode in this vast universe. Spreading my emotions like the mushroom of how the nuke explodes.
All this. Allofthis. All of this just because i feel. There's beauty in pain but we should not dwell. I know it's addicting. I know it's enticing. It's a beautiful nightmare. But at the end. I just want to say. I love you. I am sorry. I miss you
This is not a poem nor beautiful. Just a thought that became thoughtless
Apr 17, 2020
Apr 17, 2020 at 12:39 AM UTC
Give me a lamp and wish it was genie, a wish for me even if it's not two or three. I just need one to have you come in my birthday.
Mar 21, 2020
Mar 21, 2020 at 9:04 AM UTC
I saw you coming from a mile away
An approaching storm cloud with the inevitable chance of destruction
I saw the way you looked at me with those lightening stricken eyes and knew You'd looked at every other girl like you did at me
Me with the belief that I was safe from the storm. I'd seen the way you tore through cities and broke up houses and I thought I'd be safe, I wouldn't be hit. Not me, who could deflect rain like water off a ducks back
But without knowing it your thunder cloud drew closer and closer till there was no chance of escape for me
And so I sat back, defenseless , and let myself be consumed by your raging tempest
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 5:59 AM UTC
I solemnly swear to be faithful to you..
faithful as the moon follows the sun
and as the sun shines on the moon
and together they endure
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
How do you describe love?
How do you tell someone what this is?
You can't. You let them know this exists, and you make them feel.
Feb 25, 2019
Feb 25, 2019 at 6:50 AM UTC