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Of all the things we’ve shared together,
I will always remember…
The first time we hung out,
And how I had the best time with you.
How happy I felt getting to know you.

Our first kiss,
And how your lips felt against mine,
The first time you told me that you loved me,
And how that moment became a memory
I’ll never forget.

I love everything about you,
And anything that reminds me of you.
Because for me,
It will always be you…
You mean so much to me. Nothing can change how I feel.
Glass Apr 29
I hate you.

I truly, truly do.

But the you I hate, isn't the real you.

It's the you in my mind.

The you I fell in love with, laughed with, grew with, cried with.

Cried over.

I hate that you.

That you ripped out everything, destroyed everything we had built.

In one afternoon.

I don't hate the real you.

I hate the you that you made me see.

The you that you built up and made for me, the wool that got slowly thicker over my eyes.

Until the only thing I could see was what you wanted me to see.

Most of all, I hate the you that took my wonderful wool world away from me.

You've moved on.

Forgotten about little old me.

But it's not that easy for me.

I don't hate the real you.

I just hate the person who fell in love with you.
Ricki Apr 25
I still miss you.
I miss the kisses, the cuddles, the ***.
I miss your cheeky little grin and your wispy beard against my skin.
I miss how your eyes would glisten and your voice went higher,
As I listened to you tell me about dragon ball, or how work had been prior.
Without you, there are highs and lows, and
Every day is too fast, yet too slow.
If you had asked me early March why I’m here,
There would be nothing else to hear, except gushing over your curly hair
Or, how you walked me home from school every day when I was 15.
Why did you have to be so mean?
It went and ****** up everything.
Why’d you do that **** to me?
I couldn’t even just be and exist as me,
And everything is just the worst
Because I had to put me first.
I still miss you.
And, honestly I don’t know what to do
Or even who the **** I am.
I’m a phantom of myself.
I’m a ******* basketcase,
I’m a useless waste of space.
I can’t stop messing up everything.
And ever since we broke up,
I’ve worn your jacket to work.
And, I’m the **** that dumped you, but
My heart ******* hurts.
I still miss you.
I see you in every spring flower rising from the dirt.
And, I think they wrote every song about you, too.
Why does every beautiful piece of art look a lot like you?
I hate that I love rom coms.
I hate that you wouldn’t dance with me at prom.
I hate that I’m not Sally, and you’ll never be my Harry.
I hate that I wanted to marry you.
I’d rather die than be your spouse.
You’re still trying to say who I should talk to and what I should do.
I hate that I’m stuck 2 minutes from you and your stupid ******* house.
Because of you I can’t breathe and I shake.
Every time someone yells at me, I ******* break.
I hate that you’re so ******* bad to the core
I hate that you called me slurs and said I looked like a *****
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.
I still miss you.
Remember when you smacked my face?
That’s something you can undo or erase.
Remember when I tried to exit a moving vehicle because you were keeping me against my will?
Rather you like it or not, that was meaningful.
Remember when you took my keys so that I couldn’t leave?
I genuinely can’t believe I let someone do those things to me.
Remember when you didn’t get me anything for graduating, turning 18, Valentine’s Day, anything.
You owe me so many ******* dates that you cancelled because it was getting late.
Remember when you berated me in front of all of my friends over and over again?
You called all my interests stupid and you never gave a **** about my art.
You wrote your name across my heart, but you never would dance with me
Because you thought I was cringey.
I still miss you.
And boy, you haven’t a single clue how to treat a woman, or even any person.
I hate you. I love you. I hate you. I hate that I still love you.
I hate that my identity is so entangled in you.
I don’t know what the **** to do.
Why am I here?
Why am I stuck in this perpetual state of fear that I can’t live without you?
You should get out of my head.
****, these intrusive thoughts want me dead.
I hate my stupid ******* brain for filling myself with disdain towards who I am alone.
I want to text you, but I’ll refrain.
Now, you’re nothing more than a name in my phone.
You’re not the boy that makes me swoon, giggle and moan anymore.
You’re not my baby, my qt, mi amor; you aren’t someone I want to adore.
I still miss you.
Why am I here?
What am I doing?
Deep inside me something’s brewing.
Every day I’ve sat here stewing.
I need to be someone new,
I need to figure out what to do.
Why can’t I ******* stop thinking about you?
But I’m still breathing; I’m not dead.
I keep forcing myself out of bed.
And I even dyed my hair red.
I’m here.
I’m where I’m supposed to be
And until my heart mends
I’m surrounded by lovely friends.
I’ll run away to be an artist.
Even though I’m not the smartest, I’ll figure this **** out.
I’ll learn to live without you.
I quit that job I hated.
My heart throbs for something different.
And **** love; it’s overated.
I still miss you.
My whole life was infiltrated by cupid’s stupid arrow.
My trust in life is so near narrow, and
I’ll never let a boy treat me like a barbie doll.
I am my own;  I won't be toyed with and I won’t fall
for some self obsessed, egotistical, adorable, little *******.
I wake up in my own bed and I own my own legs.
You can cry and you can beg, but I will never be your girl again.
And ****.
I’m here now, and I’ll allow what I’ll allow.
I’m going to just live for me
I’m here to just simply be.
I’m lost and I’m unknowing,
But ****** ****** boy, I’m ******* growing.
AND I’m here now.
I’m figuring out how to say no,
And I’m trying to go when and where I want to go.
I’m going to run away from you,
And you can stay in this **** town.
I know I won't let me down.
Why am I here?
One day I woke up on this blue-green sphere, and it didn’t mean a single thing.
I was a lump of flesh and blood; my mind was fresh and not corrupt.
I learned pain and I learned love. They both came and went abrupt.
I’m here now scorned and torn, and my heart and mind are worn.
I’ll live without you.
I’ll do what I have to.
What does it even matter why or how?
I’m here now because I’m here now.
I still miss you.
But, one day I won’t.
I’m here to see that day I don’t.
I’m here to hold my own heart.
I’m here now to make my art.
I still miss you.
This is so long, but This is my magnum opus of poetry. I dated this guy for 4 years and he meant the world to me. I love him a lot, and I only want good things to go his way. I was in a toxic relationship, but he has a good heart. This poem is me pouring my soul out, and I wrote it for a school project.
Dakota Feb 24
How it rattles
You always ask

Monsters behind lines
Everybody is a casualty
Nobody is the same

Fighting over what’s wrong
In the most of the battle
Guns roaring
Helicopters patrolling
Tomorrow’s children shipped over still

Everybody knows
All the ways
Children play war
How fun it is

Only veterans know
The real struggle
Hiding in the bushes
Entire platoons down
Running in the jungle
influenced by photos of the Vietnam War
Jean Feb 23
Tonight you sat down
Scouring through love letters
written by your grandparents
Johnny was in the Philippines
And Ena was back home
I wish I were there with you
No mask
No distance
I wish I were there with you
Pouring over love letters and
Not needing to write them
Ahmad Attr Nov 2021
The sun was a little tilted that eve
In the tall yellow sunflower fields
His brunette head drowned
He yelled at me, not knowing my name
Lost in his town
Day 1 in this alien city and I lost my way home
From a distant candy shop
Not knowing what to do,
I followed his frisky voice into the field
And I saw his face
Chai colored, young as mine
Hazel brows, Honey eyes
Peachy lips, smooth and fine
A face that is meant to be painted
He asked me things
I answered briskly
Every word of his mouth stirred up the ocean in me
He made me forget about the lump in my throat
Now I was lost in this uneasy ocean on his boat
He took me to the hem of the meadows
The setting sun painted his face with gold
I could see the small silk fibers shining
On his face, on his arms
Noticing my rising frown in the dark,
He held my hand and ferried me to his house
Day 1 in this alien city,
Sitting in a stranger’s house
What was it that made me stay?

He said
‘’do you love video games?’’
I was entertained
by the shifting pixels on the screen
I forgot home as I got lost
In his laughs, in his shouts, in his profanity
His unbridled stories
About his street fights
His father in abattoir
And his collection of RC cars

I was still lost
When his father took me to my worried family
That night I stayed awake with my ruddy face
I couldn’t stop thinking
About when he repeated my name
It sounded strange on his boyish grin
I laid supine all night
My eyes got heavy in the sockets
His fine skin on his rugged fingers
His cool voice out of his warm mouth
My mind fought wars to keep me awake
Dancing in the ballroom of his thoughts
But I chose to dream of him

I woke up to sun at the zenith
Day 2 in this city known for its sweet clementine
I wondered sour in the rented house, passing the time
Whistling of the tea pots
Scratching of the crayons
Talking of the lands and plots
I made my way out to get lost again
From sycamore floors to the grass outdoors
Away from the heart and into the veins of this city again
I retraced every step
His voice ringing in my head
Until it resonated with his yell
Draw-string shorts, with polka dots
And a loose flopping white tank-top
We walked to the golden field again
Talking about the things
That the 12 years on Earth had taught us
The now-failed dreams,
Favorite cartoons, games and Ice-creams
He showed me his colorful bruises
One he got from a fishing hook
One he got from a dog bite
One he got from tree fall while stealing clementine
I had none to show, but a birthmark
I lifted my trouser up to my thigh
To show the unusual pink
He unblushingly touched it
Pressing his hard fingers deep in the soft skin
Soon the sun hung at our eye level
In the spotlight of hundreds of sunflowers
We parted our eyes from each other’s
To let the setting star disappear before our eyes

He walked me back to my home
I didn’t look back
but I knew he kept watching me leave,
Walk inside the ajar door
Day 2 in this alien city
Running from the house
What made me do it?

The girl in the TV shouted
‘’Do you love me?’’
I was bored
The melodramatic soap operas
Telephones ringing
screeching children
Back to this mundane vacation
I sat frowning all night
Their voices burning over me
‘’Eat the supper’’
‘’At least enjoy a little bit’’
‘’We’ll be leaving tomorrow’’
‘’Spent some time with us’’
Until the sentence reverberated
‘’We’ll be leaving tomorrow?’’
I laid supine all night
My eyes got heavy in the sockets
I should’ve turned around
I thought,
I should’ve said goodbye
Or waved my hand, or smiled
I knew I couldn’t fight my underpowered body
So I slept, dreamless
And restless I awoke to dry breakfast
Hurrying footsteps
Packing of bags
And revving of the engine
Day 3 in this ephemeral city
the time was galloping faster and faster
And before I knew it,
I was stuffed in the backseat of the car
Moving, pressing against the asphalt
I kept looking outside the window
Thinking ‘’maybe, just maybe..’’
And there he was
Holding his stupid little RC car
In front of the golden field
Both of us waved at each other
His hay colored hair swayed in the wind
With his careless alluring grin
I saw him slowly fading
I kept looking back at him
And he kept watching me leave

Looking back at that miraculous day
In such Jocund company,
The poet could not but be gay
I know this is long but it's one of my favourite pieces I've ever written
Palpebra Oct 2021
you're the one good bond i had

the one good thing in the bad

the prettiest person were you

accepting my ugly and blue

i will never be free from our bond

of you i shall forever stay fond

somethings are too painful to remember

but you're too precious to forget

love like dying embers

our destinies in stone set

though apart

beating hearts

pumping the same red

residing in each other's head

two books too different for a shelf

two souls too dark for a self
i guess, love will never be enough
Aleksey Oct 2021
To fly, I wish I could
And hug her, I would
Love is the mood
To hope, I know I should
But that it can't be, we understood.
Valya Oct 2021
I’m waiting
One more failed attempt
One more setback
One more time that I got played
I’m still waiting though
Waiting for the person who will love me
Waiting for the person that will treat me right
Please don’t keep me waiting for too long
I just wanna find the type of love that my parents never seemed to be able to find.
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