jelly-2 - Hello Poetry

I used to be terrified of water — I swore I’d never touch it again. Then one day, I saw the most beautiful beach I’d ever laid eyes on. It was so breathtaking that, for a moment, I forgot my fear. I wondered what it would feel like to swim in something that perfect even knowing it could drown me. And I gave in — not because I wasn’t afraid but because the beauty felt worth the risk. But once I was in, I realized I was drowning — slowly and silently. Not because it was cruel but because it didn’t care. It stayed untouched while I struggled. That’s when it hit me : even it seems like the most beautiful thing ever doesn’t mean it couldn’t hurt you — some things just aren’t meant for you.

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Aug 2, 2025

Aug 2, 2025 at 1:43 PM UTC

Silent drowning

I used to be terrified of water — I swore I’d never touch it again. Then one day, I saw the most beautiful beach I’d ever laid eyes on. It was so breathtaking that, for a moment, I forgot my fear. I wondered what it would feel like to swim in something that perfect even knowing it could drown me. And I gave in — not because I wasn’t afraid but because the beauty felt worth the risk. But once I was in, I realized I was drowning — slowly and silently. Not because it was cruel but because it didn’t care. It stayed untouched while I struggled. That’s when it hit me : even it seems like the most beautiful thing ever doesn’t mean it couldn’t hurt you — some things just aren’t meant for you.

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You came to me in broken light I held your pieces through the night To you, I was a gentle stay A quiet stop along the way A moment's peace, a place to breathe Not love, not roots, just time to grieve Yet still, the thought won't set me free— That I was used to set you free And still I hoped, despite the ache In fleeting smiles I saw you wake Sometimes it felt you truly cared Like I was seen, like I was there Like love had brushed across your chest Then vanished, leaving all the rest But I, I only meant to heal To touch your soul, to make it feel You were the world I held so tight A fragile star I kept in light I gave you all, then let you go Too tired to carry what you don't show And when I left, you let me slip No tremble in your loosened grip No second glance, no final plea Just silence, where you left me be

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May 7, 2025

May 7, 2025 at 4:17 AM UTC

Rebound

You came to me in broken light I held your pieces through the night To you, I was a gentle stay A quiet stop along the way A moment's peace, a place to breathe Not love, not roots, just time to grieve Yet still, the thought won't set me free— That I was used to set you free And still I hoped, despite the ache In fleeting smiles I saw you wake Sometimes it felt you truly cared Like I was seen, like I was there Like love had brushed across your chest Then vanished, leaving all the rest But I, I only meant to heal To touch your soul, to make it feel You were the world I held so tight A fragile star I kept in light I gave you all, then let you go Too tired to carry what you don't show And when I left, you let me slip No tremble in your loosened grip No second glance, no final plea Just silence, where you left me be

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this skincare saved me once— smoothed the rough parts, made me glow in ways I hadn’t felt before. I called it a miracle. kept using it long after it stopped working. long after it started making my skin worse. because once, it healed me. and I thought that meant it always would. but one day, I knew— I can't hold on just because it once made me whole. I can’t keep hoping it’ll heal me again. so I let it go. walked away. that was the day I woke up. the day I chose myself. then I tried something new— something gentler, something right for who I am now. and suddenly, my skin felt alive again. that’s when I realized: it was never just skincare. it was comfort, it was memory, it was fear of letting go. but healing isn’t meant to hurt. even when it once helped.

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May 5, 2025

May 5, 2025 at 1:31 PM UTC

What once healed me

this skincare saved me once— smoothed the rough parts, made me glow in ways I hadn’t felt before. I called it a miracle. kept using it long after it stopped working. long after it started making my skin worse. because once, it healed me. and I thought that meant it always would. but one day, I knew— I can't hold on just because it once made me whole. I can’t keep hoping it’ll heal me again. so I let it go. walked away. that was the day I woke up. the day I chose myself. then I tried something new— something gentler, something right for who I am now. and suddenly, my skin felt alive again. that’s when I realized: it was never just skincare. it was comfort, it was memory, it was fear of letting go. but healing isn’t meant to hurt. even when it once helped.

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