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Rekrex 4h
We stare at our reflections, not to comment on our beauty,
but to find something time left behind.
A glimpse, a hint, of who we used to be—but now, a non-existent phantom.
And in this silence anything is possible, but uncertainty is kind.


We ask, what is wrong?, but receive silence in return,
A remembrance of dreams we too easily passed on.
Was it the world that pulled us away,
or did we willingly drift away?


Are we lost, or simply fading,
too loud with possibilities, yet crushed by doubt?
We run in circles, chasing the light,
forgetting we were once on fire.


Maybe we are not lost, but asleep,
buried too deep in an all consuming sadness.
And maybe our healing is not meant to be too loud,
but soft little steps, while moving forward across the clouds.


So let's be gentle with ourselves when we reflect,
after all, not everyone's story is meant to be perfect.
We are not behind the eight-ball—we are simply becoming,
and sometimes, simply becoming means unbecoming.
Rekrex Jun 29
When you stopped acknowledging me,
I removed you like a name from dust.
Now you have turned to a ghost, a distant memory.
Your cold replies have become even colder goodbyes.
Those same updates, your updates, are nothing more than irrelevant noise that I no longer wish to read.
Your stories continue to play, but I do not listen anymore.
Those conversations we shared were always empty, forced, and fleeting.
I brought warmth, and you returned chill.
Now, I walk right by like you weren't there at all.
And it happened in silence; a loud goodbye.
Rekrex Jun 26
I stay behind the screens,
watching from far away from
friends laughing in pleasant light,
while I shrink into the corners
like dust nobody will sweep up.


They talk freely and
my words rot in my throat.
Every “how are you?”
is like an exam I already failed
so I smile with hollow notes.


I want to say I miss you all,
but it hangs like guilt in my chest.
I want to ask can you see me?
But I already know the rest.
I'm just that blur in the group picture
there, but never really there.


It's not your fault that you don’t notice.
I made it easy for you to ignore.
I shrink back into smallness even quieter
than background noise,
somewhere along the way
I started to believe I was less than nothing more.


But still
I watch. I care. I wish.
Even if I can’t speak it right.
Even if my silence
is all that you remember.
Rekrex Jun 26
You simply walk by
Like I was air
A shadow thin, barely there.
I talk in silence, I scream inside
As you still turn and let me slide.

You are so close, I can feel your skin,
Yet you are so far I could never get in.
You laugh, you live, your world goes on,
While I feel the tears, not even my own.

You are gone when I need you most,
A flight of light, a missing ghost.
Tomorrow comes and you may show,
But never quite enough to hold me close.

Ignore me now, forget this face,
Come back when time has left its trace.

— The End —