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2d · 71
The Weight of Us
Liv 2d
Your existence, my love, is a healing light,
a steady hand in my darkest night.
You’ve filled the void I thought would stay,
turned shadows to colors, chased them away.

With you, the world feels softer, whole,
your love, a balm that soothes my soul.
Yet in this beauty, my mind still strays,
to questions that linger, doubts that weigh.

Am I enough, in all I do?
Do I make your world as bright as you?
Are you hiding storms behind your eyes,
secrets masked by calm disguise?

Things have changed, and yes, for good,
but something feels like it’s misunderstood.
A shift I can’t quite name or see,
a quiet echo that troubles me.

I wonder if I’m reading wrong,
if worry weakens where we’re strong.
Still, I ask, because I care—
is your heart with me? Are you fully there?

Know this, my love, through all my fears:
you’ve mended wounds carved deep by years.
And though I question, it’s only because
your presence has shown me what love does.

So I hold on, through doubts that creep,
trusting this bond we’ve made runs deep.
For even in questions, one truth shines through:
my world is better because of you.
Liv 7d
My love, though miles stretch wide and long,  
you’re here with me, where you belong.  
In whispered thoughts and quiet dreams,  
you fill my days like sunlight streams.  

I trace your voice in empty air,  
a phantom touch that lingers there.  
Though far away, you’re close somehow—  
I feel your warmth, here and now.  

Each night I send my love to you,  
wrapped in stars and midnight’s blue.  
Across the dark, across the sea,  
my heart is yours, eternally.  

So hold this truth, and hold it tight:  
I’m with you, love, through every night.  
Though distance keeps us worlds apart,  
you are forever in my heart.
Nov 7 · 88
To My Love <3
Liv Nov 7
My love, I miss you more than words can show,  
each day apart feels like an ache I know.  
I hold you close in thoughts I dare not speak,  
for fear that every word might leave me weak.  

I want to tell you all that stirs inside,  
the tangled hopes, the doubts I try to hide.  
But I’m afraid—so scared you’ll pull away  
if my heart spills too much of what I need to say.  

I’ve been here before, with words that went too far,  
and watched us drift like faint and distant stars.  
I’m terrified that if I dare too deep,  
I’ll wake a storm, disturb the peace we keep.  

Yet, oh, how I wish you’d hear it all,  
the fears that rise, the dreams that fall.  
If only my heart could speak, unafraid,  
and trust that you’d still stay, unscathed.  

But I pause and hold back, each time I start,  
afraid of losing what’s left of your heart.  
So I keep it quiet, a love disguised,  
hoping you’ll feel what I’ve compromised.  

My love, I miss you, in ways I can’t show,  
and wish you could see the parts I don’t let go.  
If it were easy, I’d bare it all true,  
but I fear to lose what I’ve found in you.
Nov 6 · 85
When Friendship Fades
Liv Nov 6
I’m happy for her, truly, I am,  
she’s found a love that lights her dim.  
She glows in ways I’ve never seen,  
her world now colored in shades of green.  

But shadows fall where we once stood,  
our laughs and talks, our sisterhood.  
It feels like love drew lines in sand,  
where once we walked both hand in hand.  

I don’t begrudge her heart its place,  
or the joy she’s found, her sweet embrace.  
But does her love mean I must fade,  
a silent friend left in the shade?  

Friendship isn’t less, nor small,  
yet here I wait, unanswered calls.  
I cheer her on but wonder why  
my voice falls low, a soft goodbye.  

Maybe it’s true, maybe it’s fair,  
lovers first, with friends to spare.  
But deep down, quietly, I mourn—  
the part of her that’s now withdrawn.  

So here I stand, a bit undone,  
still happy for her, yet feeling none.  
Wondering if, as hearts rearrange,  
friendship must yield to love’s bright change.
Nov 6 · 97
Shape of Someone Else
Liv Nov 6
I wear a mask that isn’t mine,  
a stranger’s face, a borrowed line.  
I twist, I bend, I shrink, I grow,  
trying to be someone you’d want to know.  

Each day I lose a piece, it seems,  
of the person I was in half-lit dreams.  
I bury doubts, I swallow pain,  
to fit the shape you might sustain.  

I’d give up parts I thought were true,  
erase the edges, start anew,  
if it meant I’d be enough somehow—  
worthy of the love you’d allow.  

But mirrors show a hollowed soul,  
a heart half-full, a splintered whole.  
I’m not myself, but who am I,  
if loving you means I must lie?  

So here I stand, changed and frayed,  
scared of the self I’ve thrown away.  
And though it aches to disappear,  
for love, I’d be anyone but here.
Nov 6 · 25
G-
Liv Nov 6
G-
I met her like a whispered thought,
a friend I never searched but caught.
Across the screen, her words took flight,
familiar as dawn, as soft as night.

It’s strange to know a soul so deep,
as if she’s one I’ve vowed to keep.
Her laughter’s light, her silence strong,
and with her, somehow, I belong.

She stumbles through her love and pain,
her heart caught out in summer rain.
I see her scars, the dreams she hides,
the hope that falters, then decides.

And here I stand, a friend, a shore,
steady when her heart feels sore.
I’ll be her calm, her solid ground,
when life spins fast and thoughts run loud.

She’s a gift in my world, that’s what I see—
and no matter where she’s meant to be,
I’ll hold her close, through loss and bend,
this friendship bound, her constant friend.
Nov 6 · 67
Judge.
Liv Nov 6
I look in the mirror, but I don’t see light,
only edges and flaws that never feel right.
A stranger stares back, hollow and worn,
a version of me, weathered and torn.

I'm wrapped in shadows I cannot shake,
each breath, each move, another mistake.
No matter the path, it’s crooked, unclear,
each choice I make draws someone near—

near enough to see too deep,
the scars I bury, the secrets I keep.
It’s hard to love when I barely exist,
a voice in the dark, a half-closed fist.

I try to be whole, to breathe, to stand,
but my words turn to dust before they land.
I’m scared of my skin, my thoughts, my name,
of wanting love but drowning in shame.

Every step feels one step wrong,
a broken note in someone else’s song.
I’m lost in myself, tangled and tied,
a shadow trying so hard to hide.

Is there something in me worth holding tight?
A sliver of hope, a crack of light?
Or am I just fading, day by day,
afraid to be seen, yet too scared to stay?
Nov 6 · 247
My love to you.
Liv Nov 6
I’d capture the wind
And bring you its song.
But the breeze slips through my fingers,
It’s where it belongs.
I’d paint the sky
But the colors would fade
After a while.
I’d weave a tale
Of dreams and delight,
But stories are whispers
Lost in the night.
So I give you my soul,
In Whispers, in deeds,
In the quiet moments
Where love truly leads.
For the heart knows no bounds,
No lock, no key,
It’s yours, ever after,
For all eternity.
Nov 6 · 75
Fragile Steps
Liv Nov 6
I walk on glass, afraid to break
the careful peace I’ve tried to make.
Each word I speak, each move I choose
feels like a line I’m scared to lose.

I hold my breath, I check, rewind,
searching for faults I hope you won’t find.
One slip, one step, and I might see
the end of you, the end of me.

Your love’s a gift I barely trust,
so pure and deep, so fierce and just.
Yet here I am, afraid I'll scar
the thing I need, the thing you are.

But love’s not glass, it’s tough and true,
so maybe there's space for me and you—
for flawed and broken, for trying again,
to build a love that fear can’t bend.
Nov 6 · 51
W-
Liv Nov 6
W-
Across the miles, you’re close, yet far,
a voice I hold like a falling star.
I trace your words in the empty night,
hoping they'll stay, hoping they’re right.

You’re threads of gold across the sea,
a dream I keep, a need in me.
In whispered calls and scattered time,
I’ve bound my heart to the rhythm of rhyme.

Each goodbye tastes bittersweet,
a thousand chances left incomplete.
And still, I cling, afraid to know
if letting go is letting go.

But love—our love—is a wild, fierce thing,
it weathers distance, every sting.
So here I wait, though fear may grow,
I hold you close and won’t let go.

— The End —