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Odalys Jul 19
He was an amazing man—gentle smile, a thoughtful touch,
A million tender moments that once meant so much.
But hidden in his quiet eyes, a storm he couldn’t still,
Insecurities like heavy stones, bending love to will.

I have my own soft fractures, fears that bruise my heart,
But his became a silent rule that kept us worlds apart.
I fell in love with his potential—who he could one day be—
Not always with the man who stood, flesh and bone, with me.

I painted dreams across his name, believing love could grow,
But he just couldn’t love me in the way I needed so.
I asked for space to spread my wings, for trust without a cage,
But he kept trying to edit me, to rewrite every page.

Almost four years of laughter mixed with quiet, hidden ache—
Of losing pieces of myself for someone else’s sake.
And though my chest still tightens when his memory appears,
I know my newfound freedom was worth those falling tears.

I hope he finds what he’s searching for—a love that fits him right,
Someone who won’t burn her glow just to keep the peace at night.
Because I couldn’t be the woman who stayed small to ease his mind—
I needed room to be my truth, untamed, and unconfined.

I grieve the man I thought he was, and love the truth I see:
That loving someone’s future self was never enough for me.
Now I’m learning who I am again, beneath the endless sky—
Free, at peace, and certain that I finally chose goodbye.
Sophie Chen Jul 18
For all the Heavens know,
You could be angel born
Or
Hell depths
******.
Don’t grieve for lost moments
-the seas will always
return to reach the
sand.
For a friend
Moon & Rain

A boy gazes at the moon.
Suddenly, he imagines her 
the way she’d step onto the terrace,
Letting her hair fall through her fingers

As the memory drifts,
he recalls how he once saw her as the moon.
Likewise,
she saw him as the rain.

Though he was life 
soft, cleansing, gentle 
she called him bad weather,
and brought an umbrella.

He/rain could fall on everything:
rooftops, rivers, roses in bloom 
but never on her.
(Even though she stood on the rooftop to begin with.)

Rain was never meant
to touch the moon.
*She was never his to begin with
Just feel it
Steve Page Jul 17
I hold your hand a little longer
for a deeper reflection.
a needed consideration
of the leaving,
of what I take,
of what I leave
and how I want
to say goodbye.
We should pause more before we move on.
I get us each one more scoop of ice cream.
You’re full but try to eat it anyway.

It’s things like this I’ll miss,
you shoveling in food simply because
it’s the last thing we’ll eat together.

As I’m shutting the car door,
my mind screams for me to stop.

I scoop out the thought and leave it on the pavement—
along with my fears that you won’t come back.

All I can do now is trust that God will protect you,
as my heart is scooped, clean out of my chest.
Another poem about my best friend, 2 years will fly by... right?
CK Orzen Jul 11
A man's heart paralysis,
Has only one catalyst—
When he gives his strong, beating heart
To a girl with a deadly dart.

She’ll push him away,
Leave him out like a stray.
She thought she was sparing him pain,
Hoping he'd love again one day.

Years go by—
He still can’t deny,
His mind stays haunted,
She’s all he ever wanted.

So the riddle now goes:
When a lover turns foe,
What drives the last nail in the coffin?
It’s the woman he was lost in.

Now here he lies,
In a room full of saddened sighs.
She walks through the parlor doors,
Tears crashing to the floor.

Aching at the last goodbye,
Knowing she caused this man to die.

C.K. Orzen
CK Orzen Jul 10
I chased you.
You ran from me.
I missed you.
You came back to me.
I loved you.
You loved me back.
I found my first home with you.
You moved in with me.

I started to fly.
You started to fall.
I resented you.
You wanted to marry me.
I turned your bad days worse.
You didn’t deserve that.
I wanted you gone.
You wanted me back.

I told you I never loved you.
You asked for another chance.
I brushed off your goodbye.
You turned around and died.

I thought I moved on from us.
But you come back to all my thoughts.
I didn’t mean to do this to you.
You didn’t know I was so bad for you.

I want to trade spots with you.
You should still be here.
I didn't know I was your torturer.
You didn’t know I’d be your murderer.

C.K. Orzen
Thank you for reading. I hope you CANT relate.
Zywa Jul 9
The friendship is so

delicate, we cannot say --


goodbye properly.
Autobiographical novel "Bij nader inzien" ("On closer inspection", 1963, Han Voskuil) - spring 1952, Amsterdam

Collection "Trench walking"
My hometown coat don’t fit no more,
the pockets stuffed with memories
of who I was before,
I found new clothes of peacock blue
when I was seventeen
but underneath the seams still pinched
although it wasn’t seen,
plastic buttons tarnished
by things that might have been,
I find no need to keep it,
I'll shed my former skin,
and dump it in a bin-bag
so that healing can begin,
I know some threads will linger
no matter how I try
most will go at the traffic lights
when I wave the past goodbye
Next week I am burying my dad-the last link with our home town
halle Jul 3
closure is a loaded word, isn't it?

it's like love or hate or happiness or sadness — it means something different for everyone.

some people want a saccharine ending, where all of the loose strings tie neatly into place. they want august rainstorms with long, lovely speeches and picture perfect kisses to dazzle even the coldest of hearts.

some people want an ending to end all endings. they live for the drama they can feel in their gut, that rips open their veins and reminds them they're alive. they need the adrenaline that makes their heads spin.

lastly, some people want to hold on some how, some way — whether that means being friends or best friends or acquaintances who nod at one another when they pass on crowded streets. it doesn't matter because, it's all the same. not every love story lasts, and sometimes, people are better as friends, anyway.

me? i'm not sure. my mind, with all of its erratic twists and turns, and my heart, with its snap decisions, haven't ever been in this sort of situation. i don't have any prior knowledge to what this is like, and any movies that end like this, i leave the theatre before.

i guess what i could say is, given all that happened and the way it ended, all i want is one thing —

closure.
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