patrees - Hello Poetry

It's the kind of relationship where we both pretend it won't break my heart when he leaves me again.

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Dec 11, 2025

Dec 11, 2025 at 5:58 PM UTC

It's the kind of relationship where we both pretend it won't break my heart when he leaves me again.

There we are In cold, green grass Talking of silly things Time shooting past Like lost, lone stars Until I catch my breath As fear of loss Engulfs my chest Until fear itself Morphs into grief Dull ache of years Until you return And all I know Is fearful grief Until you leave Longing for talk of silly things In cold, green grass Like lost, lone stars

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Dec 3, 2025

Dec 3, 2025 at 3:22 PM UTC

Grass & Stars

There we are In cold, green grass Talking of silly things Time shooting past Like lost, lone stars Until I catch my breath As fear of loss Engulfs my chest Until fear itself Morphs into grief Dull ache of years Until you return And all I know Is fearful grief Until you leave Longing for talk of silly things In cold, green grass Like lost, lone stars

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It wasn't real It wasn't real It wasn't real But this is Beauty a lie Truth a nightmare All in a dream Felt I lived it Walls of flowers Loving kisses Then to wake Forced repetition It wasn't real It wasn't real It wasn't real But this is It doesn't seem like This is real It seems like This is Hell Here it hurts Here it grates It's all the same Forced repetition It wasn't real It wasn't real It wasn't real But this is I don't know What hurts more That it wasn't real Or that this is

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May 20, 2025

May 20, 2025 at 2:31 AM UTC

Forced Repetition

It wasn't real It wasn't real It wasn't real But this is Beauty a lie Truth a nightmare All in a dream Felt I lived it Walls of flowers Loving kisses Then to wake Forced repetition It wasn't real It wasn't real It wasn't real But this is It doesn't seem like This is real It seems like This is Hell Here it hurts Here it grates It's all the same Forced repetition It wasn't real It wasn't real It wasn't real But this is I don't know What hurts more That it wasn't real Or that this is

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To the boy I loaned a pencil, You never had to give it back. I know this one was fancy, New eraser, full of lead. But I had another one just like it Which you could have had instead. Though I always used the same one, I carried two of every kind. To make sure you had options Of lead in every size. You always chose the worst ones, Even after I'd protest. You said that you'd just lose it. But I knew I'd have no regrets. It was your right to lose them. Pencils of your very own. I had plenty more there in my bag, And many more at home. But you never took the nice ones. So I collected from the floor Any pencil so mistreated That you would call it yours. And every day I offered Without needing to be asked. Because the importance of a pencil Was not just science class.

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Apr 18, 2024

Apr 18, 2024 at 12:00 AM UTC

To A.A.

To the boy I loaned a pencil, You never had to give it back. I know this one was fancy, New eraser, full of lead. But I had another one just like it Which you could have had instead. Though I always used the same one, I carried two of every kind. To make sure you had options Of lead in every size. You always chose the worst ones, Even after I'd protest. You said that you'd just lose it. But I knew I'd have no regrets. It was your right to lose them. Pencils of your very own. I had plenty more there in my bag, And many more at home. But you never took the nice ones. So I collected from the floor Any pencil so mistreated That you would call it yours. And every day I offered Without needing to be asked. Because the importance of a pencil Was not just science class.

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I had some bad news to deliver, So I took her to my spot The bench under the tree, With all its gnarled knots The bench right by the creek, Right where the turtles like to play A sacred spot of rest, And shade on sunny days I sat her down beside me, And prepared her for the worst Something so horrible, It had taken eight weeks to rehearse I really wish he'd told her, Like he said he would Should have known an aggressor's word Is rarely ever good I told her all there was to tell, I answered every question And then I found myself alone, Silence in all directions She walked so far away, That I couldn't hear her voice My story then repeated, To the person of her choice I waited on the bench, And then waited some more I made a small bouquet, From flowers on the shore I tied it up with grass, And set it to the side Such a mindless act of beauty, I'm shocked I didn't cry Not a sound escaped my lips, Even after she returned From the feeling in the air I knew, The meeting was adjourned Less than one day later, She sat me down backstage Though her conclusions were ill-founded, Her words stung all the same Eight weeks of work and "it's not your fault" She did her best to make undone Not only did I encourage him, But I broke the essence of our bond My dishonesty, my silence, Can never be forgiven My every flaw as a friend, Unasked for, yet still given Her final words were pure spite If I'd only told her that same night But how could I have told her, What I didn't understand? In an effort to escape the room, I may have kissed her man Four months to process, Four hours locked away But I never knew peace, until I made that bouquet.

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Feb 16, 2023

Feb 16, 2023 at 8:57 AM UTC

At the Creekside

I had some bad news to deliver, So I took her to my spot The bench under the tree, With all its gnarled knots The bench right by the creek, Right where the turtles like to play A sacred spot of rest, And shade on sunny days I sat her down beside me, And prepared her for the worst Something so horrible, It had taken eight weeks to rehearse I really wish he'd told her, Like he said he would Should have known an aggressor's word Is rarely ever good I told her all there was to tell, I answered every question And then I found myself alone, Silence in all directions She walked so far away, That I couldn't hear her voice My story then repeated, To the person of her choice I waited on the bench, And then waited some more I made a small bouquet, From flowers on the shore I tied it up with grass, And set it to the side Such a mindless act of beauty, I'm shocked I didn't cry Not a sound escaped my lips, Even after she returned From the feeling in the air I knew, The meeting was adjourned Less than one day later, She sat me down backstage Though her conclusions were ill-founded, Her words stung all the same Eight weeks of work and "it's not your fault" She did her best to make undone Not only did I encourage him, But I broke the essence of our bond My dishonesty, my silence, Can never be forgiven My every flaw as a friend, Unasked for, yet still given Her final words were pure spite If I'd only told her that same night But how could I have told her, What I didn't understand? In an effort to escape the room, I may have kissed her man Four months to process, Four hours locked away But I never knew peace, until I made that bouquet.

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Dear five, without you I would not be here. For my mom was born In your month of May. And my dad was born On the fifth of June. Both of my siblings And I make a five Person family crew. My bank account would Be empty, but for Five random dollars I’ve managed to save. Would you consider Inspiring more than Just me? With your great Set of multiples? Without ten, fifteen, Twenty-five, oh where Would we be? Dear five, You’re so important To all, not just me.

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May 4, 2022

May 4, 2022 at 6:45 PM UTC

Dear Five

Dear five, without you I would not be here. For my mom was born In your month of May. And my dad was born On the fifth of June. Both of my siblings And I make a five Person family crew. My bank account would Be empty, but for Five random dollars I’ve managed to save. Would you consider Inspiring more than Just me? With your great Set of multiples? Without ten, fifteen, Twenty-five, oh where Would we be? Dear five, You’re so important To all, not just me.

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Crash goes glass on ***** ground Shatter goes the breaking sound Too bad, too bad, too bad. Don't rush behind, don't rush ahead With one mistake your dreams are dead Too bad, too bad, too bad. Breathe in slow, coughing fast Searching for the aftermath Too bad, too bad, too bad. Sprint 'cross lawns, jump the fence It's not love, in my defense Too bad, too bad, too bad. Too bad things cannot be fixed. Too bad that it's all a blip. Too bad that you need the thrill. Too bad. You're empty still.

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May 9, 2018

May 9, 2018 at 10:50 PM UTC

Too Bad

Crash goes glass on ***** ground Shatter goes the breaking sound Too bad, too bad, too bad. Don't rush behind, don't rush ahead With one mistake your dreams are dead Too bad, too bad, too bad. Breathe in slow, coughing fast Searching for the aftermath Too bad, too bad, too bad. Sprint 'cross lawns, jump the fence It's not love, in my defense Too bad, too bad, too bad. Too bad things cannot be fixed. Too bad that it's all a blip. Too bad that you need the thrill. Too bad. You're empty still.

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He fails to look at me Because she is in his sheets. I fail to look Because I'm fragile. She fails to look Because she's passed out. I fail to escape Because of the time. I fail Because I am a failure.

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Dec 28, 2017

Dec 28, 2017 at 3:39 AM UTC

Failure

He fails to look at me Because she is in his sheets. I fail to look Because I'm fragile. She fails to look Because she's passed out. I fail to escape Because of the time. I fail Because I am a failure.

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My hands are shaking pulse rushing heart beat-beating vision blurring speech slurring dropping slowly to the ground. In and out of consciousness devil's words blackness faces crowding halos glowing fading into nothing now.

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Dec 19, 2017

Dec 19, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC

Passed Out

My hands are shaking pulse rushing heart beat-beating vision blurring speech slurring dropping slowly to the ground. In and out of consciousness devil's words blackness faces crowding halos glowing fading into nothing now.

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It's the kind of relationship where he says I love you and I say thank you.

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Dec 17, 2017

Dec 17, 2017 at 10:21 PM UTC

Unreciprocated love - a short

It's the kind of relationship where he says I love you and I say thank you.

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