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I long to see you,  
To stand within the fragile space where you exist,  
To feel the warmth of your hands in mine,  
A tether between what is real and what is dreamed.  

To hear the silent rhythm of our hearts align,  
A duet composed for the moment they meet,  
Face to face,  
For the first time.  

And yet,
Perhaps it is mercy  
That the distance between us remains unbroken,  
That the air between us is untouched by the weight of presence.  

For when the time comes to part,  
The echo of your absence  
Will not tear so deeply,  
And the goodbye,  
Though still heavy,  
May hurt just a little less.
Tell me,
Reveal yourself to me,
Unveil the quiet moments you keep hidden.
Tell me what song whispers through your soul
In the still of the night,
When the world slumbers,
And you, a quiet wanderer,
Scroll through the dim glow of your screen
At 2 a.m.,
Your face bathed in the glow of secrets
Only the night understands.

Let me watch you,
Quietly pacing through your kitchen,
The soft hum of your thoughts dancing in tune
With the sizzle of breakfast on a Sunday morning.
Tell me of the steam curling from your cup,
As you stir your coffee, or tea,
Lost in the simple rhythm
Of a moment that feels like forever.

Tell me that one line from a song
That pulls your heart into a thousand pieces,
A weight so heavy it drops to your stomach,
A line that echoes in your chest,
Long after the music fades.

Tell me of a moment from when you were nine,
The one that makes you grin
Like the world’s secrets are yours alone,
And the one that brings tears,
The one that whispers of things
You can never quite let go.

Let me see you,
Sitting in your quiet space,
Telling me your stories,
Weaving words like threads
That stitch the fabric of your being together.

Tell me what you see,
Right before sleep claims you—
Those fleeting images
That blur the line between dreams and memory.

I want to know the details,
The ones people overlook,
The quiet truths others fail to see.
Tell me about your scars,
The ones time can’t erase,
The ones that speak without words.

Text me,
Without the formality of a hello,
And pour out the anger you felt this morning,
The irritation that clung to your skin,
Until it couldn’t be ignored.

Send me paragraphs,
The ones that recount the moment
Your world shifted,
When something inside you cracked open
And let the light of new understanding pour in.

Call me when I’m half asleep,
And tell me why you adore avocado,
Or unravel some truth so odd
That I’ll question my choice
To pick up your phone call.

Tell me of the first time
You saw your mother shed tears,
And how it reshaped the world
In ways words could never explain.

I want to know your favorite book,
The lines that bleed truth onto your soul,
The words you highlighted
Like a treasure map to the parts of you
That only literature can unlock.

Tell me of the book that made you laugh
Until your ribs ached,
And the one that tore your heart apart
Until all that remained was longing.

I want to see you—
I want to read the story of you
In the quiet moments,
In the small details,
That others never notice.

Go on,
For hours if you must,
Tell me about the things
That don’t seem important,
But I promise you,
I’ll hang on to every word,
Every pause, every sigh,
Because I love those things.
I love them more than you’ll ever know.
To my love,
N.K
I lit my candles all alone,
on a night that should have been my own.
The tiny flame flickered and died,
I whispered my wishes, but none replied.

He, as always, lay asleep,
while I stood silent, tired, bleak.
I washed the dishes, cleaned the floor,
he “saved his energy” once more.

I asked, I pleaded, time and again,
but silence met me now as then.
I carried weight that no one should,
believing strength meant all I could.

And him? He sighs, he hides away,
a child in mind, a man in sway.
And me? I cook, I clean, I run,
but who sees me when the day is done?

Loneliness lingers, heavy, cold,
a story quiet, left untold.
But maybe soon, when night appears,
I’ll light a flame for me, not tears.
MS Mar 11
Marriage is a journey,
From raindrops to the ocean.
Where joy takes root,
Through the path of happiness.

Spreading like ripples,
Overcoming tides to strengthen the bond.
A bond from now to forever,
Where two souls become one.

Flowing with life’s tenderness,
Through hardships into the calm,
Sailing together, side by side,
On love’s endless, gentle tide.
Not a beat is skipped
Or a doubt held within
These hearts are open
Our words are true
We hold no worries
Because we have each other
We fret at nothing
Because we know we will get through
duck Feb 18
I thought I was special.
You looked at me with those eyes
Those eyes that were only for me.
Or so I thought.

But I realized
How you look at everyone
With the same gaze
And I sighed.
Due to heartbreak or relief
I don't know.

Why did I have to fall in love with you?
duck Feb 16
my life is yours
all the happiness
all the sadness
they're all yours.
because you know me.
my usual coffee order,
what makes me laugh,
and how I get flustered.
I'm thankful
that I met you
and I just wanted to say
I love you.
Tristan Corey Feb 13
You walk backwards into dusk,  
feet pressing softly into the sand,  
watching gold melt into violet,  
as if the sky itself were slipping  
into something more comfortable.  

I watch you, always watching,  
the way your hair catches the last light,  
how the wind tries to tangle you in its arms—  
but you are already held, already mine,  
moving toward me even as you walk away.  

You are beautiful like this—  
not just in the glow of the setting sun,  
but in every quiet moment in between,  
in the way your laughter lingers like seafoam,  
in the way your eyes hold the horizon,  
as if you could keep this moment from fading away.
To me, you are the sunset,  
the tide, the sky, its endless depth—  
and I could spend forever watching you.  

Isn’t love like this?  
Moving forward while looking back,  
trusting what’s ahead, knowing what’s behind—  
our footprints stretching side by side,  
even when the tide comes to claim them.  

We walk like this through life,  
not always seeing the road before us,  
but stepping in time, heart to heart,  
toward something we don’t need to name,  
because it is already ours.
Antonia Feb 6
silence that fills
an empty room
no people left,
just memories.
their fights, their screams
and that first kiss.

they both poured from their empty cups
they broke the cup
and gave the glass

and piece by piece,
and stitch by stitch,
their love has morphed
into deep pain
just open wounds
that bleed in vain

it was too hard,
for them to see
the masochists
they came to be.
would you like a piece of me? that’s all I have left
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