yours-daisy - Hello Poetry

I see you, You see me, We smile. You sit down, And I can’t stop smiling. I catch myself in it— That smile. I can’t… not again. Please, I beg the stars. Please— not like before. I beg, and I beg, But the smile doesn’t fade. The stars don’t listen. I beg the moon instead. I feel the heat in my cheeks when you look over. The moon doesn’t listen. I can’t do this again. Not like I did with her. I can’t watch it change, can’t break another friendship. I won’t sit here for years pretending I don’t feel it. And still— I long for you. The stars know. The moon knows. They just won’t help me. So what do I do… when the smile won’t leave?

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Mar 21

Mar 21, 2026 at 5:33 AM UTC

I cant do this again

I see you, You see me, We smile. You sit down, And I can’t stop smiling. I catch myself in it— That smile. I can’t… not again. Please, I beg the stars. Please— not like before. I beg, and I beg, But the smile doesn’t fade. The stars don’t listen. I beg the moon instead. I feel the heat in my cheeks when you look over. The moon doesn’t listen. I can’t do this again. Not like I did with her. I can’t watch it change, can’t break another friendship. I won’t sit here for years pretending I don’t feel it. And still— I long for you. The stars know. The moon knows. They just won’t help me. So what do I do… when the smile won’t leave?

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I'm angry. Angry at… My dad, for choosing her again, for putting her first. My brother, for his silence, for never caring anymore. My ex, for lies that cut like glass, for breaking my heart in pieces, pieces im still trying to glue together. My friends, for not understanding, for leaving me in the middle of my own storm. My mom, for leaving too soon, for taking a light, that I am still in search of. The world. for being too cruel, for not being enough, for making pain out of breathing. And me- for not smiling, for failing my own expectations, for caring too much. for not being a good poet. for being human. I am angry, and yet, I still write, I still bleed on paper, I still feel. This did not help.

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Mar 7

Mar 7, 2026 at 12:27 PM UTC

Anger in Lines.

I'm angry. Angry at… My dad, for choosing her again, for putting her first. My brother, for his silence, for never caring anymore. My ex, for lies that cut like glass, for breaking my heart in pieces, pieces im still trying to glue together. My friends, for not understanding, for leaving me in the middle of my own storm. My mom, for leaving too soon, for taking a light, that I am still in search of. The world. for being too cruel, for not being enough, for making pain out of breathing. And me- for not smiling, for failing my own expectations, for caring too much. for not being a good poet. for being human. I am angry, and yet, I still write, I still bleed on paper, I still feel. This did not help.

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You said you liked me. You kissed me. You held me. You did like me. But it was all a lie. Every smile. Every touch. Every word. You were just pretending, Playing me. How the **** could you do this? Leave me like I meant nothing? And then act like you’re the one that’s sad? **** that. I trusted you. I gave you everything. And you… just played me..? Every word, every gesture, a ******* mask. A fake, cruel mask. I hate you, No I can’t, Because I still love you. **** you and **** this.

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Feb 13

Feb 13, 2026 at 12:58 PM UTC

**** you.

You said you liked me. You kissed me. You held me. You did like me. But it was all a lie. Every smile. Every touch. Every word. You were just pretending, Playing me. How the **** could you do this? Leave me like I meant nothing? And then act like you’re the one that’s sad? **** that. I trusted you. I gave you everything. And you… just played me..? Every word, every gesture, a ******* mask. A fake, cruel mask. I hate you, No I can’t, Because I still love you. **** you and **** this.

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Stars shine above me, Interesting it is, stars. They fade in and out day to night, But they are always there. Like a protection from the darkness. We watch them, observe, We romanticize with them. We see it. A shooting star. Did you make a wish? I did. I wished for you. Like I always do. But the stars above me aren’t real, They fade in and out on command, I can turn them off, It’s just a galaxy lamp, Artificial. Like most. The real can’t be re created. And that’s how I lost you.

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Feb 1

Feb 1, 2026 at 4:17 PM UTC

Stars

Stars shine above me, Interesting it is, stars. They fade in and out day to night, But they are always there. Like a protection from the darkness. We watch them, observe, We romanticize with them. We see it. A shooting star. Did you make a wish? I did. I wished for you. Like I always do. But the stars above me aren’t real, They fade in and out on command, I can turn them off, It’s just a galaxy lamp, Artificial. Like most. The real can’t be re created. And that’s how I lost you.

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In depths of sorrow, I stand all alone, Nobody sees the pain that I conceal, No comfort found in friends or lover's tone, My heart cries out, my wounds refuse to heal. I long for solace, understanding ear, But no one seems to grasp the depths within, Misunderstood, I shed a silent tear, Forsaken, lost, my world consumed by sin. I hate this loneliness, this empty void, I long to reach the peace that death may bring, But something holds me back, I am devoid, Of courage to escape, to spread my wings. So here I stand, in anguish and despair, Longing for someone, anyone to care.

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Jan 26

Jan 26, 2026 at 9:21 AM UTC

No name

In depths of sorrow, I stand all alone, Nobody sees the pain that I conceal, No comfort found in friends or lover's tone, My heart cries out, my wounds refuse to heal. I long for solace, understanding ear, But no one seems to grasp the depths within, Misunderstood, I shed a silent tear, Forsaken, lost, my world consumed by sin. I hate this loneliness, this empty void, I long to reach the peace that death may bring, But something holds me back, I am devoid, Of courage to escape, to spread my wings. So here I stand, in anguish and despair, Longing for someone, anyone to care.

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I might barely know you,  a flicker behind a screen,  a name pressed into digital light but your voice hums like static that stays in my chest long after it ends. We talk like midnight conspirators, half-truths and whole dreams,  no promises just fingertips reaching through code  like that could ever be enough. I don’t love you yet but probably will. not because I should,  not even because you ask, but because something in the way you say “goodnight”. It feels like a door creaking open into somewhere i’ve never lived but always missed. here’s to hoping you’re worth all my time because god knows i’m about to spend it. so take me turn me into something tragic if that’s what this is. just don’t disappear before I find out who you really are.

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Jan 26

Jan 26, 2026 at 9:15 AM UTC

To the ghost in the wires

I might barely know you,  a flicker behind a screen,  a name pressed into digital light but your voice hums like static that stays in my chest long after it ends. We talk like midnight conspirators, half-truths and whole dreams,  no promises just fingertips reaching through code  like that could ever be enough. I don’t love you yet but probably will. not because I should,  not even because you ask, but because something in the way you say “goodnight”. It feels like a door creaking open into somewhere i’ve never lived but always missed. here’s to hoping you’re worth all my time because god knows i’m about to spend it. so take me turn me into something tragic if that’s what this is. just don’t disappear before I find out who you really are.

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We were too young to call it timing, too old to pretend it was nothing. I learned the shape of your laugh before I learned how to let go. You held my secrets like they were glass, careful, honest, never cruel. We both knew what this was, before either of us said it. It hurt cause I wanted it badly. Still tried to act like I didn’t care We were brave in the back of the theater. Nothing dramatic, just quiet Your shoulder against mine in the dark Our fingers slightly brushing Like that meant the most. Guess we took the hit together Wrong time, same kind of heart. Hope you’ll find something safer, Someone softer. But every page that I wrote you where on it. Even the ones I tried to erase. I still feel you when the silence get too loud. Like a story that never quite died.

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Jan 2

Jan 2, 2026 at 6:07 AM UTC

Breakup?

We were too young to call it timing, too old to pretend it was nothing. I learned the shape of your laugh before I learned how to let go. You held my secrets like they were glass, careful, honest, never cruel. We both knew what this was, before either of us said it. It hurt cause I wanted it badly. Still tried to act like I didn’t care We were brave in the back of the theater. Nothing dramatic, just quiet Your shoulder against mine in the dark Our fingers slightly brushing Like that meant the most. Guess we took the hit together Wrong time, same kind of heart. Hope you’ll find something safer, Someone softer. But every page that I wrote you where on it. Even the ones I tried to erase. I still feel you when the silence get too loud. Like a story that never quite died.

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Their eyes linger, Watching, judging Half hidden murmurs Silent knives in the air. But there, you and I stand. I like you You like me I’m yours, you are mine. It’s us. just us. I reach for your hand. You take it One answer to many questions. You’re the one I choose, I am the one you choose. So where does the sin lie? In liking you? In you liking me? A look we share, A fingertip brushing skin Soft, ordinary moments That somehow sparks suspicion, Whispers, Judgment. I like you, You like me. It’s our forbidden kind of love.

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Dec 29, 2025

Dec 29, 2025 at 3:28 PM UTC

Forbidden love

Their eyes linger, Watching, judging Half hidden murmurs Silent knives in the air. But there, you and I stand. I like you You like me I’m yours, you are mine. It’s us. just us. I reach for your hand. You take it One answer to many questions. You’re the one I choose, I am the one you choose. So where does the sin lie? In liking you? In you liking me? A look we share, A fingertip brushing skin Soft, ordinary moments That somehow sparks suspicion, Whispers, Judgment. I like you, You like me. It’s our forbidden kind of love.

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”I know how you feel” No you don’t. You don’t. Yeah sure Losing a grandparent hurts Losing a pet shatters something. I’m not saying it doesn’t. But I lost my mother. My mom. The person who made me, named me. The one who knew my voice before I did. I was fourteen. Fourteen and suddenly the world opened a hole in my heart. A hole nothing can fill. So don’t line up your grief next to mine. Like they weight the same. Don’t compare a goodbye you were prepared for To a sentence I was never agreed upon. Don’t tell me about your ******* dog, When I’m speaking of the women who made me. Who was supposed to watch me grown up. This isn’t a competition, But it isn’t the same **** thing either. So if you don’t understand, It’s fine. Just don’t pretend you do.

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Dec 23, 2025

Dec 23, 2025 at 10:05 AM UTC

You don’t understand.

”I know how you feel” No you don’t. You don’t. Yeah sure Losing a grandparent hurts Losing a pet shatters something. I’m not saying it doesn’t. But I lost my mother. My mom. The person who made me, named me. The one who knew my voice before I did. I was fourteen. Fourteen and suddenly the world opened a hole in my heart. A hole nothing can fill. So don’t line up your grief next to mine. Like they weight the same. Don’t compare a goodbye you were prepared for To a sentence I was never agreed upon. Don’t tell me about your ******* dog, When I’m speaking of the women who made me. Who was supposed to watch me grown up. This isn’t a competition, But it isn’t the same **** thing either. So if you don’t understand, It’s fine. Just don’t pretend you do.

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