summerzodiac - Hello Poetry

We were best friends. Laughing, deep talks, karaoke Carried on for years. You were my everything. I told you all my thoughts Feelings too, with hesitation You cared for me, as I for you More years went by Graduations, jobs, life. The weight of the workforce Crushed my authenticity. One year ago: Less talks, less love, more distance Pulled in two directions The rope was neglected. What was there to do? Time for a big life change Wedding bells in the distance I was eager, excited, happy To be part of it What happened? You said, “I don’t recognize you anymore” Shock. Grief. Confusion. I’m still me Depression stole my words. Anxiety gripped the wheel I watched as our bond unraveled An old rope, strand by strand. I tried to hold it together, But it slipped through my hands. We were friends. But not how you wanted it Compliance was priority I am self indulgent. I am a liar too, Of what? I do not know. Public humiliation, hurt, shame “My wedding isn’t about you” I was defending myself, from your apathetic words. The only option left Is suffocating silence Heavy with nothingness I am sorry this all happened. And still I don’t know why.

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 4:29 PM UTC

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Me & My Friend

We were best friends. Laughing, deep talks, karaoke Carried on for years. You were my everything. I told you all my thoughts Feelings too, with hesitation You cared for me, as I for you More years went by Graduations, jobs, life. The weight of the workforce Crushed my authenticity. One year ago: Less talks, less love, more distance Pulled in two directions The rope was neglected. What was there to do? Time for a big life change Wedding bells in the distance I was eager, excited, happy To be part of it What happened? You said, “I don’t recognize you anymore” Shock. Grief. Confusion. I’m still me Depression stole my words. Anxiety gripped the wheel I watched as our bond unraveled An old rope, strand by strand. I tried to hold it together, But it slipped through my hands. We were friends. But not how you wanted it Compliance was priority I am self indulgent. I am a liar too, Of what? I do not know. Public humiliation, hurt, shame “My wedding isn’t about you” I was defending myself, from your apathetic words. The only option left Is suffocating silence Heavy with nothingness I am sorry this all happened. And still I don’t know why.

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Storms are good They bring life to dying wildlife Will it do the same to me? Storms are loud They wake me in the night Flashing light in the covered windows Shocking me into reality They are vicious Sideways Winds whistle their secrets To oblivious ears Will they take me as their victim? Let them take me My reality is not valuable To anyone. Electric power seizes Leaving me with darkness and intrusive thoughts. Summer starts to end So does my happiness Heavy clouds cover the warmth That I relied on To keep the depression at bay. Days and days pass No relief to speak of Storms unwilling to leave Like a toxic partner Standing by the open door.

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC

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The Storm Inside

Storms are good They bring life to dying wildlife Will it do the same to me? Storms are loud They wake me in the night Flashing light in the covered windows Shocking me into reality They are vicious Sideways Winds whistle their secrets To oblivious ears Will they take me as their victim? Let them take me My reality is not valuable To anyone. Electric power seizes Leaving me with darkness and intrusive thoughts. Summer starts to end So does my happiness Heavy clouds cover the warmth That I relied on To keep the depression at bay. Days and days pass No relief to speak of Storms unwilling to leave Like a toxic partner Standing by the open door.

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When the frost settles My coat and scarves shed A metamorphosis of hope My soul becomes alive once again A thawed ground now holds A seed ready to grow By Demeter’s sweet hands. We are the same. The cycle of death and life Endless and inevitable Blurry lines, forever changing Hope will always return to you.

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 4:17 PM UTC

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Seasons Changing

When the frost settles My coat and scarves shed A metamorphosis of hope My soul becomes alive once again A thawed ground now holds A seed ready to grow By Demeter’s sweet hands. We are the same. The cycle of death and life Endless and inevitable Blurry lines, forever changing Hope will always return to you.

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They used to say: Eyes are the window to the soul But now Phones are a reflection of Who you are Gone are the days Of courting and community Replaced by Hookups and hallucinations. Relationships are Reduced to “situationships” Each swipe diminishing anything real. What do we have left? We bury ourselves in our phones Rather than look Each other in the eye. You lose if you show feelings The grass should be greener, On the other side, Yet it is rotted. It’s a cruel game. I hope this is what you wanted. If only we could take our phones To the grave.

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Oct 3, 2025

Oct 3, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC

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Phones

They used to say: Eyes are the window to the soul But now Phones are a reflection of Who you are Gone are the days Of courting and community Replaced by Hookups and hallucinations. Relationships are Reduced to “situationships” Each swipe diminishing anything real. What do we have left? We bury ourselves in our phones Rather than look Each other in the eye. You lose if you show feelings The grass should be greener, On the other side, Yet it is rotted. It’s a cruel game. I hope this is what you wanted. If only we could take our phones To the grave.

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