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monounnu Jan 2024
In the quiet spaces where my heart resides,
I craft a tale of endurance,  where emotion hides.
A facade of fine, a smile painted on,
Hiding the storms, where shadows are drawn.

Through the echoes of laughter, a silence persists, Enduring the ache, with clenched-fist twists.
I say I'm fine, a whispered refrain,
Yet in the depths, a tempest remains.

In the theater of tears, I play my part,
A master of pretending, a work of art.
The world sees strength, a resilient sheen,
But beneath the surface, a different scene.

I endure the weight, the burdens I bear,
A stoic facade, a delicate affair.
Yet, in this masquerade, emotions entwine,
For sometimes, saying "I'm fine" is a valiant design.

So let the verses of endurance unfold,
In the silent poetry of stories untold.
I wear a mask, a masterpiece divine,
Enduring, pretending, yet somehow,
I'm fine.
The poem explores the theme of enduring emotional challenges beneath a seemingly composed exterior.
monounnu Jul 2022
I was not kidding when I said I love you.
I meant it with all my heart,
All my soul,
With all of me,
For I am bound to you,
And that's what my love will ever be.
monounnu Dec 2021
One drunken night,
We confessed our love,
Under the skylight,
Like it's all we have.

The moon was there,
Our only source of light.
The witness of our love,
Is one majestic satellite.

Dazzling were your eyes,
Amidst the darkness of night.
Let's stay here for a while,
For "we"  just feels so right.
After writing this piece a storyline suddenly popped into mind and I'm contemplating if I should do it because I'm bad at writing filler scenes or casual conversations uwu.  A penny for your thoughts?
monounnu Apr 2021
Hearsay, the more you forgive, the more they will love you. But every time you forgive them, you fall in love with them less and less. And the time they love you more than any other is very much the moment you decide to love them the least.
monounnu Dec 2021
Our conversations are in capital letters,
Is it because we mean it?
Or maybe because we don't.
Are we just exaggerating,
To hide our truest intention?
Is your love for me a façade?
monounnu Oct 2020
A love that is pure
Is the only thing that can lure,
And cure a broken heart,
That’s for sure.
monounnu Oct 2020
It is hard to find words,
That rhymes with the other,
Words that are evidently sweet,
That can make your heart feel warm and tender.

Poets are clever,
They build worlds in words,
That can make you shiver,
Poets, they are brilliant liars.
monounnu Sep 2021
Every raindrop turns you on,
That will end on waking up tired the next day.
Oh, the intense love you have for the rain,
Especially the ones in New York.
monounnu Oct 2020
Our relationship is built with role-plays and fore-plays,
You ask me to be someone I find hard to portray,
Sadly, I still do it for I want you to stay,
But I am not just some actress leading in your stage play.
monounnu Sep 2021
I traced every scar you have,
With the touch of my lips.
Not wanting to disconnect,
Even for just one bit.

And I stay there,
While you tell me the story behind them.
Making me love them more,
Making me love you the most.

They are not just scars,
But bits of the many stories of your life.
Without them,
You won't be here and mine.
monounnu 36m
I built a garden in my chest
with things you never said—
planted hopes in rows of maybes,
where your silence softly spread.

I watered it with almosts,
trimmed the silence like vines,
taught the leaves to chase the light
you never said was mine.

But nothing real grew—
just a heart dressed up as soil,
soft enough to cradle you,
but never meant to spoil.

You were the seed that never stayed,
the wind that kissed, then flew.
And I — the ground where you once rested,
but never rooted you.
prolly the last for today 🤍
A vision — that’s what you were.
Not a friend, nor a lover,
but an idea my mind couldn’t help but wander to.
I drew portraits of you in my head,
thinking this is what you’re supposed to look like
when certain emotions are finally let to be expressed —
making me want you the most,
making me love you the least.

So again,
a vision — that’s what you are.
Not a friend, nor a lover,
just an idea that my mind —
shouldn't—
but maybe sometimes still —
...still wanders to.
life happened , but I hope this can suffice for my absence.
monounnu May 2021
I know what love looks like,
I can see it with my naked eye.
I know how it can make you look the brightest,
The most beautiful human that ever existed.
I know what love looks like,
but sadly, love, I don't know what it feels like.

— The End —