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I love it when you smile against my lips I love it when you whisper my name in the dark And our bared teeth clash when we kiss Because the humanity of it’s my favorite part And how we pretty much never quit when we start. I miss it when you would massage my sore muscles And hold me while I just cried and cried and cried I miss it when you’d comfort me when I struggled Even when the light in my eyes died. I loved you then and I loved you when, I love you even though you’re my friend. **** I hate that I ruined everything. Did I even ruin anything? Would you tell me if I stood a chance? When I don’t even know where I stand? I’m not over you, and then I am. I’m over it all, and then I cry again. Why is it like this? I’m the one who left. It’s not quite moving on, but it’s not quite regret. But I haven’t even said goodbye yet. I feel like I don’t have the right to mourn you. Especially when I didn’t lose anything at all. But you don’t seem very sad about it. Did you even lose anything at all? Will you still be here to catch me if/when I fall?
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May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:09 AM UTC
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I love it when you smile against my lips I love it when you whisper my name in the dark And our bared teeth clash when we kiss Because the humanity of it’s my favorite part And how we pretty much never quit when we start. I miss it when you would massage my sore muscles And hold me while I just cried and cried and cried I miss it when you’d comfort me when I struggled Even when the light in my eyes died. I loved you then and I loved you when, I love you even though you’re my friend. **** I hate that I ruined everything. Did I even ruin anything? Would you tell me if I stood a chance? When I don’t even know where I stand? I’m not over you, and then I am. I’m over it all, and then I cry again. Why is it like this? I’m the one who left. It’s not quite moving on, but it’s not quite regret. But I haven’t even said goodbye yet. I feel like I don’t have the right to mourn you. Especially when I didn’t lose anything at all. But you don’t seem very sad about it. Did you even lose anything at all? Will you still be here to catch me if/when I fall?
bangthedoldrums
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19/GF/Chicago 3
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:09 AM UTC
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