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—A strong hand steadies my anxious leg.
A slight turn of my head,
and time slows.
I gaze at her sharp features; cheekbones, nose, and jaw...
Conversation ebbs into static,
Wind whistles a low tune,
sunlight bleeds through a red umbrella.
My gaze, asks a silent question.
There's no reply but a single,
yet firm, gentle squeeze of my left thigh.
A silent reassurance that she's here,
she sees me,
and that I'm okay.
An unconscious stutter in my heart,
tugs the corner of my lips upward.
And I remembered feeling,
realizing,
this is what love is.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 12:23 AM UTC
I love you.
The weight of those words could never hold my feelings towards you.
Your love encompasses me.
You're the first person I look for in a crowded room and the last person I think about before I fall asleep.
You make me feel,
you make me hope,
you bring me peace.
I feel safe with you.
No longer do I look over my shoulder,
the weight of your arm securing me.
Hiding my face is not an option,
steady hands wipe away my tears.
Slow reassurance, grounding me to reality.
Even in anger, your gentle, look of love breathes through me.
I laugh, you laugh with me.
when I smile you're the reason why.
You are my serenity.
My entire life I've felt incomplete.
Always feeling like something was missing
Like a hole in my chest, aching to be filled.
An inconsequential day.
I walked in–
and there you were
Home.
It all clicked.
The weight of my chest,
gone–
as you took my face in your hands.
How could I have gone so long without your presence?
Never could I fathom a life without you.
So, never stop letting me love you.
Hold me accountable,
call me on my ****
and please never stop being in my life.
Let me love you for as long as I breathe. Love me, for as long as I breathe.
And please,
for the love of god,
please, please never let me go.
My heart would never survive.
But if you must leave,
I'd understand,
I love you too much to keep you somewhere you were unhappy.
So, if you must go,
go and be happy.
And if you must love another,
ensure you are loved just as much in return.
And if you ever want to come back,
I'll be here–
waiting;
waiting for you to come back to me.
In the end,
Your happiness,
and the life you long for
matters most.
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 12:05 AM UTC
For the years we were together,
my birthday wish was always the same.
I'd look into your eyes as you and my other loved ones sung me happy birthday,
and I'd wish for forever with you.
If i could ask for one thing to come true-
and stay true-
It was us.
All l ever wanted was to be loved by you.
Funny, now, how all those birthday wishes were in vain.
—Because we no longer talk.
In crowded rooms, the ghost of your absence lingers.
My passenger seat remains empty,
The songs we'd sing together are now sung by one instead of two.
At night, when I stretch out my right leg
and arm, theres no warm body to curl around.
You were my one wish.
The one thing I wanted from this life was you.
—Now we don't talk anymore
It's exhausting, mourning the love I had for you.
Learning how to accept the awful way you treated me towards the end.
Seeing the proof of what you did to me.
Learning to accept betrayal from the person I had learned to trust the most,
greater than even my own family.
You were my person.
—And now we don't talk anymore
I no longer know your schedule by memory,
I have no idea how you spend your days.
While your spot beside me remains empty,
has mine already been filled?
I wonder,
do you still think about me?
Probably not.
—Because we no longer talk anymore.
It leaves behind a bitter resentment I'm not used to carrying,
knowing I'm no longer part of your life.
That people who met you after me get the pleasure of being in your life
But I don't.
You cheated on me and still, I love you;
You left me in the worst way possible and you don't care.
It's an answer in itself,
because we no longer talk.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 4:57 AM UTC
For the years we were together,
my birthday wish was always the same.
my entire family surrounding me, yet my eyes found yours.
They always did.
I'd look into your eyes as you and my other loved ones sung me happy birthday,
and I'd wish for forever with you.
I could feel my heart racing, my stomach knotting, my soul praying.
If i could ask for ONE thing to come true-
and stay true-
It was us.
All l ever wanted was to be loved by you.
Funny, now, how all those birthday wishes were in vain.
—Because we no longer talk.
In crowded rooms, the ghost of your absence is present.
When I talk and get spoken over, there's nobody turning to me, gesturing for me to continue.
My passenger seat remains empty,
The songs we'd sing together are now sung by one instead of two.
At night, when I stretch out my right leg
and arm, theres no warm body to curl around.
I knew you hated when my cold feet would touch your legs.
I'd joke that you ran hot because you were hot, you'd laugh and call me a dork,
or you'd roll your eyes and smile.
I'd tease back a "yet you love me"
You were my one wish.
The one thing I wanted from this life was you.
—Now we don't talk anymore
Not a day goes by that you don't pass my mind.
It's exhausting, mourning the love I had for you,
the love you had for me,
and also accepting the awful way you treated me towards the end of us.
Knowing and seeing the proof of what you did to me.
Learning to accept betrayal from the person I had learned to trust the most,
more than my own family.
You were my person.
My future;
my future fiancé, my future wife,
the future mother to our kids
—And now we don't talk anymore
I no longer know your schedule by memory,
I have no idea how you spend your days.
I wonder what you do when you have a migraine.
Who grabs the Excedrin from the bathroom cabinet?
Who's grabbing your cold compress from the freezer when it hurts so bad you can't get up?
Do you do it all yourself now?
Or have you moved on already?
While your spot beside me remains empty,
has mine already been filled?
Does somebody else cook for you?
Are the songs we used to sing being sung with another?
Do you still think about me?
Probably not.
—Because we no longer talk anymore.
It leaves behind a bitter resentment I'm not used to carrying–
something sickening, mixed between anger and grief.
Knowing I'm no longer part of your life, that i'll never see you smile, laugh, or cry again.
That people who met you after me get the pleasure of being in your life
But I don't.
You cheated on me and still I love you;
and a part of my hates you so much for making and letting me love you,
for letting me imagine and believe we had a future together and then leaving me all alone.
You left me in the worst way possible and you don't care.
I used to think I knew you so well, I could read you for the most part even if some days there were parts of you I felt you didn't let me see
But I have my answer now,
because we no longer talk.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 11:47 PM UTC