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EM Jun 21
ripples on the water
brushing against your feet.
the sound of leaves
swaying, shaking,
filling the idle spaces
of where your voice
is supposed to be.

but like ripples on the water,
the closer you reach,
the further away
it seems to me.

and like a ripple
that can’t be caught,
neither can he.
Ann P May 5
A few sleepless nights ago
I was embraced by
nothingness
Indulged and caged
With nothing but a dull sentiment
I was not hurt
I was not pained
I was simply distant
With no reasons
Cait Apr 19
One day I will be different.
One day things will change.
You will no longer hold power over me,
The power that you cannot see.
You will no longer haunt my dreams,
The dreams will cease to be.
My thoughts will no longer be plagued by you.
These will disappear as I age.
One day I will be new,
I will not be the girl you once knew;
The girl that you once broke,
And as for you-
You will be nothing but a very distant memory.
June Apr 6
I was addicted
reliant on you

our bodies dependent
our souls independent

my thoughts still free
you failed to catch them

you just took my body
not my innermost being
Laokos Mar 14
when I stop
and
just let the
silence
be. . .

everything
is ok:

the tattered
tarp partially
buried in
the
hillside is
ok

the broken
bough used
as a toy
by the
poor
children is
ok

the
jaggedly
chopped
tree stump
by the
parked
car is
ok

the
unevenly
placed
stairs
that force
you to
change
your gait
are
ok

the
distant
tower
with the
blinking
light
is
ok

the
solitude
among
other
mortals
is
ok

the
whelming
sense of
being
lost is
ok

the
neat
glass of
scotch
from the
isle of
skye is
ok

the
divorced
lesbian
with two
kids at
the end
of her
rope
is
ok

the
minuscule
fly that
landed
on my
forehead
in the
bathroom
this
morning
is
ok

everything
is
ok

even the
things
that
aren't

they're
ok too
SquidInk Feb 24
how long before im just a distant memory?
Nylee Feb 23
No one catch up to me
I am far too gone

There is no map to place I go
There are no lingering footsteps to where I am

You'd miss me
for a day or two
but then, time fixes it
and I'd be a distant memory
Man Jan 30
i loved you
hell, i still do
though now its more a distant love
where i'll see you grown
and blossom on your own

it was nice to be close to you while you let me
and on some nights the thought of you
lingers on
hey, that's life though
Maria Etre Jan 25
Your name diluted
with time
a pronoun was enough to remind me

Now when they use your
pronoun I forget
and ask who?
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