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Kalliope Jun 12
The girl who ruins things
thought maybe she’d try fixing.
If she could stop causing destruction–
offer repairs instead–
maybe it wouldn’t hurt.

If she could rebuild broken things,
maybe she'd be met with looks of relief
instead of weary sighs.

So, the girl who ruins things
bought her tools,
watched the how-to’s,
read all the manuals.

But no one sticks around
after something breaks–
not long enough
to see if someone might fix it.

But ruining was easy,
destroy and get lost.
Fixing comes at an emotionally high cost.
What do you do when you can't find all the pieces?
Kalliope Jun 12
Heartache has a way of
fueling my insomnia-
Envied only by
Caffeine
0300
Kalliope Jun 12
We never had a song—
no chorus to hum,
no melody stitched
into the seams of us.

And maybe we didn’t need one.
Maybe the silence was enough.
But you love music.
And I love music.

So how did we not have a song,
if the love was real?
When we were dancing
were we pretending to feel?
I have no song I can't listen to while I grieve what was, and somehow that's healing.
Kalliope Jun 12
Ill watch the bees in the clover and my daughter play in the sand,
Ill play music with my friends and
bask in the sun-
I might even let myself have a little fun
But the moon will rise and
night will quiet
I'll reset my house and
my heart will riot
She wants to say things and
express her emotions,
while yes I too want to feel love-
I'm tired of drowning in it's oceans
It's my fault for being so restrained
Kalliope Jun 11
I wish I lacked empathy.
I don’t want to feel.
I don’t want to see signs.
I don’t want to be real.

One minute, I’m fine—
then my soul explodes in my chest.
I wish I didn’t see that.
But I did. And now, no rest.

I wish I could shrug,
say “that’s not my concern,”
but every flicker of pain
Causes my stomach to hurt.

I notice the silence,
the shift in your tone—
there's nothing in your voice
It's all I think about alone.

This is why I'm standoffish and stick to just me
There's no ache in loneliness
At least not the kind that stings

Maybe I'll make friends but that feels like betrayal
These self imposed rules- a safe fortress failure

I wish I didn’t feel
At least not to this extent
My day was going so good
But I ruined it again
But I'm healing
So I have to feel it
I'll be fine tomorrow
And then I'll repeat it
Kalliope Jun 11
I’ll love you from here,
While you go about your day.
You may not want this—
And really, that’s okay.

I hope you find the love you deserve,
One that never makes you feel anxious,
A love you don’t have to earn.

I hope they come healed,
With no mess to clean.
I hope it’s better
Than even you’ve dreamed.

I hope they take one look at you
And know they can’t be mean.

I’ll love you from here
And hope sometimes you feel me—
Because it was all real,
And I’ll never forget the feeling.
I'll close the door because I can't handle the draft, but I hope you know there's a key under the mat
Kalliope Jun 10
I killed the planet
Because my heart hurts
I hate being human
This feeling's the worst
3 am
Joshua Phelps Jun 10
thought you
had a good
thing goin'—

but all that's
left is
you, alone.

you spent time
finding the right one—
but the right one
never made it home.

you thought
you'd give it
one more try—

but love was
harder to chase
than fame,

and all that
remained
were fading echoes
of late-night crying.

nobody understood
you then.

nobody
understands you
now.

you think to yourself:
“when will
the next heartbreak
come around?”

you thought
you understood
modern love—

but modern love
doesn’t
understand you.
inspired by don henley’s “the boys of summer.”

this poem explores the ache of love in the modern world—

where the echoes outlast the connection.
Ricardo Diaz Jun 9
She's flying away
For good this time
Fells like we only just met.

You make heaven seem so dull
With your beautiful laugh
and tumeric juice.

You were never mine to lose,
Yet I lost you nun the less.

Entangled forever,  
until the tides forget to pull us apart.  

You soundly touched my soul,
And left no finger prints

We said goodbye,  
I wished you well.  
You said  It's just words.  

I knew That was the last time  
I calmed your flames.  

My deep blue waters are void again.

I wait at the lobby of your old apartment.
Just to remember how it felt to drop you off.

Riding in the rain seems a lot less fun.
Walks in the park a lot less nice.
And songs in the dark a lot less paradise.

I love you gently,
The only way I was allowed to.

I really hope you don't read this poem.
So we can stay goodbye.

Knowing you,
you'll have another one of your
Gut feelings and just know I do.

You're actually gone aren't you?
A season in time
Aashara Jun 8
As rain pours over the city
slowing down the pace of all,
nostalgia comes running
to mock me for what could have been
the first meeting,
the first date - feelings sweeter than tea
your hand on mine and the warmest hugs

maybe could've become
first anniversaries,
forever date,
laughter turned into lullabies
we'd pass on to our kids one day

It mocks;

yes, our eyes whispered all we wished to say,
yet borders drawn in blood and names
tough choices and
Prayers said in different tongues
Parents who'd never soften
even if we'd held hands
and begged.

So, I lied,
blurred the truth,
pushed you away
to protect you
from what we could never have

Then, comes the haunting horror -
the ache,
the nightmare i wish i could be awake
from, not into,
of why 'you and I'
could never be We

Yet still I smile when we meet
like I never tasted the dream
That still claws my rib
the dream
I wish was,
Mine!
For the almosts, the never-wases, and the love that felt like home but never made it past the doorstep.
This is a piece about letting go — not because we wanted to, but because the world wouldn’t let us stay
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