subtleperfection - Hello Poetry

And one day... The ones you thought would never leave will slowly step away, like waves of the ocean drifting back and forth, moving further from shore upon each return. And you will learn true loneliness, and that the unspoken promises are often never kept. You will learn true solitude, and that you must enjoy the ride, even when there's no one in your passenger seat.

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Jan 16, 2023

Jan 16, 2023 at 6:31 PM UTC

And one day...

And one day... The ones you thought would never leave will slowly step away, like waves of the ocean drifting back and forth, moving further from shore upon each return. And you will learn true loneliness, and that the unspoken promises are often never kept. You will learn true solitude, and that you must enjoy the ride, even when there's no one in your passenger seat.

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I don’t want you to see me like this. I don’t want you to see me. I don’t want you to see. I don’t want you to. I don’t want you. I don’t want. I don’t.

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Dec 23, 2022

Dec 23, 2022 at 5:16 PM UTC

Disintegration (02)

I don’t want you to see me like this. I don’t want you to see me. I don’t want you to see. I don’t want you to. I don’t want you. I don’t want. I don’t.

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Nobody else matters. Nobody else. Nobody.

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Dec 23, 2022

Dec 23, 2022 at 5:15 PM UTC

Disintegration (01)

Nobody else matters. Nobody else. Nobody.

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You’ve become the subject in every portrait, the focus in every picture, the lines in every poem. Every song, somehow, sounds like it’s about you.

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Nov 20, 2022

Nov 20, 2022 at 1:30 PM UTC

You...

You’ve become the subject in every portrait, the focus in every picture, the lines in every poem. Every song, somehow, sounds like it’s about you.

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I saw you for the first time. My eyes and my mind agreed on forever. Well a couple of decades of us being together. I walked slowly towards you and started to stumble. Thinking of something smooth to say because you’re a bag I can’t afford to fumble. If I were honest I’d tell you that you put a lock on my eyes and gave my legs amnesia. I would treat you like we’re in the 90s and scream “I need ya”. Or make you an omelette in the morning like I’m Darius and you’re Nina and life is Love Jones. Normally I don’t get sprung at first sight but right now I’m imagining what our kids would look like with your hair and my complexion. I imagine you yelling at me for bringing a used dish right after you finish washing. I’m convinced that you’ll wipe my memory clean, erase the thought of anyone I was with before you. Butterflies go down into my stomach as I clear my throat. “Heyy, how are you?” I say. A man comes and grabs you by the waist from behind as you smile. “Hey. Can I help you?” Those words, bullets aiming for the butterflies, shot dead and I feel the need to find a place to bury them. “Uhm, yes. Where’s the bathroom?”

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Nov 4, 2022

Nov 4, 2022 at 7:43 PM UTC

Where’s the bathroom?

I saw you for the first time. My eyes and my mind agreed on forever. Well a couple of decades of us being together. I walked slowly towards you and started to stumble. Thinking of something smooth to say because you’re a bag I can’t afford to fumble. If I were honest I’d tell you that you put a lock on my eyes and gave my legs amnesia. I would treat you like we’re in the 90s and scream “I need ya”. Or make you an omelette in the morning like I’m Darius and you’re Nina and life is Love Jones. Normally I don’t get sprung at first sight but right now I’m imagining what our kids would look like with your hair and my complexion. I imagine you yelling at me for bringing a used dish right after you finish washing. I’m convinced that you’ll wipe my memory clean, erase the thought of anyone I was with before you. Butterflies go down into my stomach as I clear my throat. “Heyy, how are you?” I say. A man comes and grabs you by the waist from behind as you smile. “Hey. Can I help you?” Those words, bullets aiming for the butterflies, shot dead and I feel the need to find a place to bury them. “Uhm, yes. Where’s the bathroom?”

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I want you but I don't want all of you. I like you but I don't like all of you. Your flaws; I want to embrace them but they are what I will fail to see. I would put a canvas on the wall and paint you with only colours that appeal to me. Unless you give me an opportunity to peal off the layers of your personality. Discover your depth. Get to know you from the outside in. I'm always curious to find out how deep the deep end is. Now this curiosity has me drowning in water I never learned how to swim in. But you could save me. You could push me back to the shallow end or you could teach me how to swim in the waters of you. You could dismiss me as a stranger or... You could teach me about what makes you you.

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC

Alex's Confession.

I want you but I don't want all of you. I like you but I don't like all of you. Your flaws; I want to embrace them but they are what I will fail to see. I would put a canvas on the wall and paint you with only colours that appeal to me. Unless you give me an opportunity to peal off the layers of your personality. Discover your depth. Get to know you from the outside in. I'm always curious to find out how deep the deep end is. Now this curiosity has me drowning in water I never learned how to swim in. But you could save me. You could push me back to the shallow end or you could teach me how to swim in the waters of you. You could dismiss me as a stranger or... You could teach me about what makes you you.

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Arms, open but never held. Hearts, stolen and mistreated. Poems, written but never read. Secrets, uncovered but never shared. Words: thought of but never spoken. Actions: examined but never taken. Opportunities, recognized but never exploited. Love. Discovered but never explored.

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC

Unrequited.

Arms, open but never held. Hearts, stolen and mistreated. Poems, written but never read. Secrets, uncovered but never shared. Words: thought of but never spoken. Actions: examined but never taken. Opportunities, recognized but never exploited. Love. Discovered but never explored.

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I've been searching... Searching for the feeling that makes me feel alive and on top of the world. It could be burning and I wouldn't notice as I watch the sun set with you. Thinking that as long as we have this love we're set for eternity. An escape from pain and agony. Is it temporary? Is it permanent? We'll never know. Words are accusations, only actions serve as proof. Our hearts are deceitful and only time tells tales of truth.

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 6:24 PM UTC

Let your guard down.

I've been searching... Searching for the feeling that makes me feel alive and on top of the world. It could be burning and I wouldn't notice as I watch the sun set with you. Thinking that as long as we have this love we're set for eternity. An escape from pain and agony. Is it temporary? Is it permanent? We'll never know. Words are accusations, only actions serve as proof. Our hearts are deceitful and only time tells tales of truth.

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Anita is a soulful person. An optimist, Opulent in the currency of happiness. They say when you're in love, it shows in every aspect of your being. A beam shines from your eyes. In your partner's presence; it seems that joy is the only emotion you're capable of showing. Your partner: a recurring reason for this feeling. A smile: the only expression your lips could care to make. Everyday, Anita would start conversations and exchange stories with random strangers. The stories accumulated until the day's end, all for the last pair of ears to hear: Alex's.

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 6:23 PM UTC

Alex & Anita.

Anita is a soulful person. An optimist, Opulent in the currency of happiness. They say when you're in love, it shows in every aspect of your being. A beam shines from your eyes. In your partner's presence; it seems that joy is the only emotion you're capable of showing. Your partner: a recurring reason for this feeling. A smile: the only expression your lips could care to make. Everyday, Anita would start conversations and exchange stories with random strangers. The stories accumulated until the day's end, all for the last pair of ears to hear: Alex's.

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The choice to place your heart in the hands of another is a potential form of self-destruction. An appeal to our desire to be desired... It makes our emotions fluctuate. Our sense of importance rises while our sensual pleasures are satisfied. Love can be quite exquisite. The perfect mistake is to fall into hands that are not only capable of catching you, but also holding you down after you jump off the cliff of solitude.

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Sep 2, 2021

Sep 2, 2021 at 6:23 PM UTC

The Perfect Mistake.

The choice to place your heart in the hands of another is a potential form of self-destruction. An appeal to our desire to be desired... It makes our emotions fluctuate. Our sense of importance rises while our sensual pleasures are satisfied. Love can be quite exquisite. The perfect mistake is to fall into hands that are not only capable of catching you, but also holding you down after you jump off the cliff of solitude.

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