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852 · Nov 2020
But I'll love you anyways.
reenie Nov 2020
It's taken loving you to feel the deepest of my scars.
It's taken loving you to know what I want.
It's taken loving you to know I no longer want anything at all.
Letting go isn't the hardest part, still loving you is.
177 · Nov 2020
As I wait.
reenie Nov 2020
I told him I love him;
He was looking down, and I at the sky.
I don't know if he flinched,
or if he saw it coming.
I'm not sure how it sounded through my lips,
if I stuttered,
or if the timing was right.
But once again I felt safe in his arms.
A silence won over the night,
deeper than his whispers,
heavier than my tears.
I'll love him always,
even when he looks away.
103 · Oct 2020
The one I never had.
reenie Oct 2020
Innocent laughter and late conversations.
You made sure to have my attention.
You’ve always known who I truly am even if you never understood.
Caring but never saying much,
Like only you could.
You know of all my secrets and desires.
Leave me wanting more, you ignite my fire.
The hardest part wasn’t turning away,
Living without you, it’s painful every day.
Each one passes with regrets,
Wishing I could go back to when we first met.
I shouldn’t have ever let you go.
Though my heart couldn’t take anymore.
You were the one I wanted,
And still my heart hasn’t parted.
I thought of you too often to ignore this feeling.
I just needed some time for healing.
But loving you alone was perfect.
It was finding you that’s suspect.
You speak unclear words,
It’s always the same, it always hurts.
Letting fate decide for us,
While my feelings collect dust.
It will always take time, you and I.
Days and years to pass, never to call you mine.
I’ll bear the reality until I find the courage,
Your tender heart I wish to nourish.
Just how do I let go of moments without you?
And start over, a life brand new.
89 · Oct 2020
A painful memory.
reenie Oct 2020
You're too far to reach,
yet you touch the deepest part of my mind.
Everyday is a wonder of possibilities,
But it’s never the right time.
You smell of passion, and stare with
lust in your eyes.
I know of the places you've been to.
Your thoughts belong to no one.
Your heart will go untouched.
When you walked out the door,
the room turned inside out.
It became cold and hollow,
and I sunk into it without a clue to where you'd gone.
Certainly, you’ll return on a lonely night
when you miss my lingering touch.
You'll remember my voice and it'll burn deep into your mind.
A faint memory of my scent will bring you back to that place.
The door will be closed,
sealed with a latch.
I'll be gone, and you'll always remember me.

— The End —