wild_sunfl0wer - Hello Poetry

Sometimes I think of you when I wake up, but not always. Sometimes I think of you when the sun is bright, but not always. Sometimes I think of you when mornings are foggy, but not always. Sometimes I think of you when there’s a chill in the air, but not always. Sometimes I see the light strokes of pen on page and think of your skin, but not always. Sometimes I see the shiny red of your hair painted throughout the sunsets, but not always. Sometimes I hear laughter and wonder if that’s what you would sound like, but not always. Sometimes I think of you, maybe always.

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May 19

May 19, 2026 at 2:06 AM UTC

wild_sunfl0wer

a poem someone wrote for me

Sometimes I think of you when I wake up, but not always. Sometimes I think of you when the sun is bright, but not always. Sometimes I think of you when mornings are foggy, but not always. Sometimes I think of you when there’s a chill in the air, but not always. Sometimes I see the light strokes of pen on page and think of your skin, but not always. Sometimes I see the shiny red of your hair painted throughout the sunsets, but not always. Sometimes I hear laughter and wonder if that’s what you would sound like, but not always. Sometimes I think of you, maybe always.

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i could tell i wasn’t first just somewhere after whatever didn’t work out and i stayed longer than i should have waiting to be chosen without hesitation i am loved, i think but love shouldn’t feel like being next in line

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Apr 25

Apr 25, 2026 at 3:16 AM UTC

wild_sunfl0wer

second place

i could tell i wasn’t first just somewhere after whatever didn’t work out and i stayed longer than i should have waiting to be chosen without hesitation i am loved, i think but love shouldn’t feel like being next in line

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you are there in the quiet parts of my day not loudly, not enough to stop anything, just enough to be constant i don’t reach for you anymore but somehow i don’t let go either you show up in between thoughts like something unfinished and i’ve stopped asking why some people just stay not in your life but in your mind

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Mar 30

Mar 30, 2026 at 7:51 AM UTC

wild_sunfl0wer

thoughts of you

you are there in the quiet parts of my day not loudly, not enough to stop anything, just enough to be constant i don’t reach for you anymore but somehow i don’t let go either you show up in between thoughts like something unfinished and i’ve stopped asking why some people just stay not in your life but in your mind

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The haunting ring of silence reminds me— I’m alone again. — Joseph Cousineau

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wild_sunfl0wer

Mar 25

Mar 25, 2026 at 3:34 PM UTC

JosephCousineau

The Sound of Silence

The haunting ring of silence reminds me— I’m alone again. — Joseph Cousineau

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to be trapped inside your own body is the scariest feeling. eyes staring out into the horizon, no ability to communicate. you want to tell someone how you feel, but how do you describe dissociation without sounding like an idiot? you sit in front of the mirror, staring into your lifeless eyes, and all you can think is how the hell do i get out?

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Mar 20

Mar 20, 2026 at 8:39 PM UTC

wild_sunfl0wer

free me

to be trapped inside your own body is the scariest feeling. eyes staring out into the horizon, no ability to communicate. you want to tell someone how you feel, but how do you describe dissociation without sounding like an idiot? you sit in front of the mirror, staring into your lifeless eyes, and all you can think is how the hell do i get out?

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you look so pretty on my screen lighting up my dark room hooked again, it's after ten again begins the diurnal gloom I really should sleep soon lying awake to the illusion lying to myself, under this neon sky I really should escape this self-made prison you looked pretty on my screen but my room's gone dark I finally close my eyes,sixteen past four but you'll still lurk

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wild_sunfl0wer

Mar 19

Mar 19, 2026 at 1:03 AM UTC

vishkun

hooked

you look so pretty on my screen lighting up my dark room hooked again, it's after ten again begins the diurnal gloom I really should sleep soon lying awake to the illusion lying to myself, under this neon sky I really should escape this self-made prison you looked pretty on my screen but my room's gone dark I finally close my eyes,sixteen past four but you'll still lurk

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i kept your picture open longer than i meant to. not because i didn’t know how to close it, but because closing it felt too much like admitting you weren’t coming back. there is something strange about choosing what hurts you. about staying still inside something that has already ended. i told myself this was enough. a memory i could return to, a version of you that couldn’t leave again. we accept the love we think we deserve, and i must have believed i deserved something distant, something untouchable, something that only existed when i wasn’t really living my life. so i stayed there in the glow of a screen, tracing your face like it could remember me if i looked long enough. i wondered if you ever did the same. paused somewhere in your day, held still by a moment we used to share. i think that’s why it’s so hard to leave. because in this small, frozen place, i don’t have to face what i accepted just to keep you.

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 4:35 AM UTC

wild_sunfl0wer

we accept the love we think we deserve

i kept your picture open longer than i meant to. not because i didn’t know how to close it, but because closing it felt too much like admitting you weren’t coming back. there is something strange about choosing what hurts you. about staying still inside something that has already ended. i told myself this was enough. a memory i could return to, a version of you that couldn’t leave again. we accept the love we think we deserve, and i must have believed i deserved something distant, something untouchable, something that only existed when i wasn’t really living my life. so i stayed there in the glow of a screen, tracing your face like it could remember me if i looked long enough. i wondered if you ever did the same. paused somewhere in your day, held still by a moment we used to share. i think that’s why it’s so hard to leave. because in this small, frozen place, i don’t have to face what i accepted just to keep you.

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I go between my sides It's like choosing an outfit Who will I wear today? What will I write like today? I can be star struck by a crush or maybe write about the weather Maybe I'll be sarcastic Wait, no, that's overused I could be insecure and self conscious but what about, suppressing my emotions until I burst That one sounds right I'll add more to the tally But I'm left with a question as I drift to sleep, Who will I be tomorrow?

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wild_sunfl0wer

Mar 16

Mar 16, 2026 at 2:50 AM UTC

silverconstellations

Who Will I Be Tomorrow?

I go between my sides It's like choosing an outfit Who will I wear today? What will I write like today? I can be star struck by a crush or maybe write about the weather Maybe I'll be sarcastic Wait, no, that's overused I could be insecure and self conscious but what about, suppressing my emotions until I burst That one sounds right I'll add more to the tally But I'm left with a question as I drift to sleep, Who will I be tomorrow?

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in a world where i am so blessed why do i still feel empty? in a world where i should be so happy why am i so sad? in a world where i am so loved why do i still feel so lonely? what world do i belong to?

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Mar 6

Mar 6, 2026 at 6:13 AM UTC

wild_sunfl0wer

i dont know who i am anymore

in a world where i am so blessed why do i still feel empty? in a world where i should be so happy why am i so sad? in a world where i am so loved why do i still feel so lonely? what world do i belong to?

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there is a space in me now that wasn’t there before. it isn’t loud. it doesn’t ache all the time. it just exists, like a chair pulled slightly away from the table that no one has pushed back in. when you left you didn’t take everything. you left the habits, the reflex to pick up the phone and tell you things, the instinct to save the better story for later. my heart still works. it still wakes me up in the morning. it still carries me through rooms, and conversations, and days that look normal from the outside. but every now and then i feel the edge of what’s missing. a quiet hollow where your voice used to rest, where your presence fit without effort. sometimes in the softest part of the night, i reach toward that empty place and understand that loving you reshaped me. now i am learning how to live with the outline of someone who is no longer here.

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Mar 3

Mar 3, 2026 at 6:55 AM UTC

wild_sunfl0wer

where are you?

there is a space in me now that wasn’t there before. it isn’t loud. it doesn’t ache all the time. it just exists, like a chair pulled slightly away from the table that no one has pushed back in. when you left you didn’t take everything. you left the habits, the reflex to pick up the phone and tell you things, the instinct to save the better story for later. my heart still works. it still wakes me up in the morning. it still carries me through rooms, and conversations, and days that look normal from the outside. but every now and then i feel the edge of what’s missing. a quiet hollow where your voice used to rest, where your presence fit without effort. sometimes in the softest part of the night, i reach toward that empty place and understand that loving you reshaped me. now i am learning how to live with the outline of someone who is no longer here.

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