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I do not beg

I do not pray

I do not grovel

Or cry or waver

But the moment

You stepped away

I would have done anything

For you to stay
The dormitory never sleeps.
Lights hum like insects,
shadows twitch across the floor,
and every night I remember,
this is not where I am visiting.
This is where I live.
This is where I am kept.

The other girls go home.
They vanish into weekends,
into kitchens filled with noises
and smell
and warmth.
They complain about parents,
about rules,
about being seen too much.

I would give anything
to be seen too much.
Instead, I return to my bed,
my small metal drawer of belongings,
my ceiling with its web of cracks.
It stares down at me every night,
silent,
unchanging,
a reminder that nothing waits
beyond these walls.

My parents are smoke now.
They pass through my thoughts like strangers.
Their voices are static,
distant,
sometimes I wonder
if they’ve already forgotten me.
Maybe I was too easy to let go.
Maybe I was never worth holding onto.

I don’t plan for the future.
The future is a locked door.  
The future is another hallway
that leads back here.
I have stopped imagining anything else.

Sometimes, in the quietest hours,
a thought flickers,
a cruel kind of hope:
one day I’ll grow wings.
But even as it comes,
I know it isn’t true.
Even birds fall.
Even birds are crushed beneath tires
on roads no one bothers to cross.

So I fold myself smaller each night,
make myself a shadow
so no one will notice how much I’m missing.
I practice the art of disappearing,
learning to dissolve into silence,
to be overlooked,
to vanish without the world
ever pausing to ask why.

And if I write it down,
it isn’t for saving.
It’s proof I was here,
that once there was a girl in this building
who waited,
and waited,
and was never collected.
Found this in my drafts. I wrote this on the 21st April at like 4ish in the afternoon.
Lance Remir Aug 18
To this day

I still can't say goodbye

Even after

You said it long ago
Lance Remir Aug 14
You were eyeing the exit

With more yearning

Than you had for me
Lance Remir Aug 7
How am I supposed to act now?
One moment, we were like a movie
The main characters of a cheesy script
Fulfilling our roles so perfectly
The next, I find myself acting alone
Do I pretend it didn't hurt?
Do I pretend it didn't happen?
Do I pretend that the only person
Who knows all of me, who had me
Pretend they're not there anymore?
I don't want fame or Hollywood
I don't want to be some superstar
I don't want to have a new set of skills
Of changing faces and attitudes
No coach, no instructions, no guidance
I keep rewatching the moments we made
Rereading our last drafts of conversations
I am no actor or director or screenwriter
I have no plans for a scene or direction
I am just a man
Pretending to not love you afterwards
Lance Remir Jul 29
Yes
The first lie I ever told you in my life
Was a simple, tiny “yes”
My pillows are stained with my tears
Feeling how big this bed is to me now
I don't have the willpower to throw away
Our photos, writings, trinkets, promises
Every meal feels like too much for me now
And I still have your favorite bowl
Even finding a strand of your hair
Reminds me of how empty this home is
My thoughts are so overwhelming and loud
While my heart is quiet and heavy
And you stand in front of me, looking okay
And time has been so kind to you
As though your days have pared you
From the fallout between us
Asking me out of courtesy, “Have you been well?”
“Yes”
And your day resumes
While my own life has stopped
eliana Jul 27
While you weren't here
I cried every night.
A million tears fell,
Still my heart wasn't right.

While you weren't here
I did what I could,
Hoping against hope
My decisions were good.

While you weren't here
I gained some in age.
Things just went on
And life turned a page.

While you weren't here
I just tried to go on,
Knowing what didn't **** me
Would only make me strong.

While you weren't here
A whole lot got changed.
My life became different,
My world rearranged.

While you weren't here
I had to learn to be alone,
To stand on my two feet,
To make my own home.

So that's where I am now,
At this stage of my life,
Still scared and alone,
Still coping with strife.

And oh how I wish that
Things could be different,
That I could go back
To a time in the past,

To a time before
You weren't here.
A poem written about how I was abandoned by an important person in my life. Though the experience has made me a stronger person, I sometimes wish to go back to the time when this person was in my life. Maybe soon maybe in a long time. all i know is that im trying to hope!

It was your choice
I wasn't your boss
I had no voice
It was your loss
I wished you'd stayed
I should have chased
I never betrayed
I never replaced
I wanted you back
I let you go
If you were to ask
I'd have to say no
I changed my mind
I would say yes
I tried to be kind
I should've guessed
It's not your fault
It's you I blame
In every thought
I play this game

2 days late for my 7/20 post
7/22/25, signed, my ghost
Maria Jul 4
I blend with the crowd of those resembling,
Torn, abandoned, empty and waste,
Meek and faded, walking with bows,
Forgotten the hand warmth, the others, unfaced.

The others, who’ve lost both faith and nerves,
The others, who’ve learnt a cruel lesson,
The others, walled up to the full limit,
The others, whose souls are wholly lessened.
Thank you very much for reading it! 🙏💕
Lance Remir Jul 3
Can you tell me
How it feels to be disconnected?
Was it string by string
Or did you rip it off all at once?

When you looked at me
Did you see the color in my eyes?
Or did you see black and white
Before you looked away?

Was it hard?
Hesitation, doubts, guesses
Or was it easy?
Simple, quick, effortless

When we touched
Did you feel that electricity?
Or did your hand
Only felt an object?

As I loved you
Did you love me?
Or did you just
Say it awkwardly?

When I thought of you
Did you think of me?
Or were your thoughts randomized
With everything but me?

I asked how it felt
Because I am still connected
To someone who is gone
Who pulled away so effortlessly

A red string of fate
Severed by you
And I asked myself
How can I do the same?
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