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I was never yours. You were never mine.  
We never held each other. You know me not.  
I acknowledge you whole, yet I know fractions of your entirety.  

I want to hold you close.  
I want your perfections against my skin, printing on me.  
Even better yet, I want your imperfections on me.  
Stain me with what you call imperfections,  
colour me black with them.  

Tear me apart—with effort.  
Make me yours, for life.  

Let me carry your imperfections,  
of which they hold no weight.  
Let me carry the weight of your perfections.  

Let me pave the road of us.  
Maybe your print will be missing from the first miles of it,  
but your print is everlasting on me.  
And on the road—who can carry the burden of us together?  

A road fractured the instant we met.  
Parallel worlds.  
I fall into a world where vividness falls short of the eye,  
another where light meets colour,  
and my eyes meet you.  

I was never yours—  
or so you say.
Writeability Feb 17
His blue eyes have darkened
I know what this means
The man I love is breaking
Traveling
He's on his way
To another place
Where sanity breaks
I step back and prepare for his cries
Cries of desperation to know himself once more
He's here but not
Himself yet another
Lost behind a mesh curtain
Disturbing his veiw of what's real
I see him still
Part way here
And I am frightened
My selfish desires to have him return
I yell and scream inside my head
Searching for a way to make him see that I am right in front of him
That he is still inside somewhere
I worry for us
That it will never be as it once was
My self-obsessed needs
To be free of the person he is not
His anguish is destroying him
Destroying me
I am changing
I'm losing myself
My desperation with the seperation of self
It's tearing me apart
My selfish heart
I need him back to show me that I am not alone
I want this over
I want his strength to return home
I need him back
As he was
Obsessed with me
I wrote this back in October.
Jason Adriel Feb 16
what do we mean when we say "I miss how things used to be"?
is it a question you'd like to answer yourself
or let float in the air of uncertainty we all live in?

is it a specific period of time we miss or the people in it?
or are we just grieving long-lost opportunities?
from love to occupation, we long for the days of demonstrations.

do we simply miss days when we still had options?
when the doors were wide open and the ground more solid?
when we were giants and moved without caution
when we didn't mourn the feelings we buried
desperation
dead poet Feb 1
desperation grips
the mind, hell-bent on treason;
the devil grins, proud.
Jason Adriel Dec 2024
Dear Amelia,
How have you been? I know it’s out of the blue and even more likely you won’t read this letter. But I must get some things off my chest. I have tried so many things to alleviate the pain reigning over me but all to no avail. It’s okay, I’m just trying to let you know I miss you. I have no expectations of you coming back to me, but I’d just like to say that you’re still the one consuming my days and nights and every drink I pour has been in an attempt to not think of you, if only for a minute. Maybe someday I will stop thinking of you.

Perhaps someday we’ll learn how to live our lives without fear of falling apart the mere touch of another human being. Maybe someday we’ll let someone special into our hearts, see the ugly parts we hide from everyone else. Until then, I’ll keep you deep within my heart. The boldest I’d ever been in my life was when I tore myself open right in front of you. Magically, you didn’t run away. You took good care of me and years later, when you finally revealed the broken pieces lodged deep within your barren soul, I did my best to pull them out and sew the open wounds. My God, we did so well for each other.

I often wonder when things began to fall apart. Was it when our wounds were healed and our souls began seeking something else in this ****** up world? Even now I grieve for the things we achieved together and the things we’ll never experience together. The thought of never picking a wedding dress with you kills me every time. I’ll never get to put a ring on your finger. I’ll never watch you walk down the aisle, glowing under the May sun (because you always said you wanted to get married on May 15th). I’ll never get to spend the first night in our hard-earned home somewhere in the suburb or a new apartment in the city. I wonder sometimes if you remember me fondly… or if you even think about me from time to time. Men have always been the weaker ***, far more prone to sentimentality and regret. And, well. I am regretting hard right now. We did so much good for each other but, God, I wish I did so much more. Anyways, I hope you are doing well. I pray that God is kind to you night before bed.

Maybe one day we’ll be able to talk to each other again. As old friends.
Until then…
just my wildest and saddest imagination taking over me for a quick second.
Liz Dec 2024
The melody of your heart, my laughters
Source,

But now, I see through your ruse.

You exploit my joy, you have no care,
Only self serving games, I swear.

Foolish me, to believe in your tune,
Naive a puppet, hanging on your cue.

You'd exploit laughter, leave me with none,
My heart you've used, but now I'm done.

Careless and cold- love fairness missed,
I've longed for you,
Felt deeply,
In my chest.

No requited affection in sight,
Just your acts, your games,
Your plays and spite.

Used as a toy, just a game you play,
Never the object of your tenderness-
Or sway.

You've hidden behind scorn,
Fearing vulnerabilities touch,
An addiction grows, belittling,
Demeaning you, so so much.

Is your heart torn by the truth of your own feelings,
Or is it that anger masks the only shield you're wielding?

Have you forgotten what it's like to feel any other way,
Lost in the shadows your anger casts-
Each day?


You've played your part, just as i've played mine,
Caught in this dance, again-
And again, I find.
I question truth, I settle for the lies,
I tell myself I’m stronger, but still, I disguise.

Your melody lures me, a song I once knew,
A tune that onced soothed, now made untrue.
I’ve begged for silence, a break from the noise,
But I'm lost in a world where you're always the voice.

I’m stuck in webs, to tangled to see,
The chains you've woven-
they still cling to me.

Your laughter and lies, they still pull me near,
A puppet, a fool, caught in the fear,

And so it continues, the endless refrain,
I’ll scream, I’ll cry, yet still I remain-
Waiting for you, waiting for change.
Jayn Dec 2024
In my solitude, I glimpsed a light I could not escape,  
Your laughter danced softly over my shoulder,  
Like the time I said I could never paint—  
And you, with a tender touch,
Held my hand and said,  
"I am the greatest masterpiece you'll ever create."  

I lost my way in your gaze;  
You told me it was I who brought you to life.  

White paint was out of reach, so my canvas stayed untamed.  
Red ran dry, so I bled deep to paint you unstained.  
Your hair brushed in black, a portrait unchained.  
I shaped your hands to mirror mine,  
So when I sought comfort,  
Yours would be the warmth I craved.

But now I search in desperate despair,  
To find the sketch of you in the back of my head.
It was all in my mind—engraved.  
So when I rot and fade away,  
You will remain beyond decay.
Nigdaw Dec 2024
Gods will come and go
but the angels will always
walk among us
dazzled by the glow
of a finite life
lived with such
desperation
not wanting to miss a thing
Malia Dec 2024
I’m a tornado in a bottle but you
Grasp my glass cage and you
𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘒𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘒𝘌
You take me by the (bottle) neck and you
Toss me flying in the air and catch
Me again, flirting with death like life
Is a game, and I’m telling you—
I’m telling you—
𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘐𝘛, 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗 𝘐𝘛, 𝘓𝘐𝘚𝘛𝘌𝘕—

shattered glass bloodstains
no tears but shock freezing the lines
on your face pick up the pieces
no don’t let it cut your fingers.
sorry. sorry.
sorry. sorry. sorry.
Edited from a 2019 poem. Wow, middle school was crazy
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