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Anon Y Mous Jan 2023
My soul continues searching
for yours.


I wonder, can you hear its beckon?
Would you still answer its call?

I crave your
Anon Y Mous Jan 2023
G.od knows I've tried to
H.ow deep you struck a
O.ver and over it haunts
S.till seeing echoes of the
T.ell me, how do I
the pain you left
Anon Y Mous Jan 2023
How do you repair the damage,
when you've re-open a scarred wound,
and find the trauma nested much deeper
than you originally imagined?
Anon Y Mous Jul 2022
So history repeats itself,
her heart split between two.
Just call her Daisy Buchanan,
a beautiful little fool.
Anon Y Mous Jul 2022
Do you still read these?

Would you even let me know?

Do you still look for me?

In the crowded places you go?

Am I still there, lingering in your mind?

Or has all hope of us been resigned?

If you could, would you still make me yours?

Or is my heart pounding against closed doors?
Anon Y Mous Jul 2022
When I was with you,
I was sent back,
into a capsule of time,
where the world was
once devine,
I was younger,
for an evening,
less jaded,
easy breathing,
heart felt healed,
my soul felt ​seen,
was it all real?
Or just an elaborate dream?
Anon Y Mous May 2022
I am the butter,
left out in a dish,
in many regards.
Most People don't care,
until suddenly they do.

Its okay then to
spread me thin,
stick a knife in me again
and again,
scrape and smear me,
I seep into the cracks,
soften the scratchy parts,
radiate warmth,

I'm lovable after all...
but only for a time,
then leave me,
until the next use.
Take and take
till there's nothing left,
Savor your bites,
It will be the last of me.
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