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From just a stranger I did not know.
To a friend I could learn about though.

From a friend who made me smile for days.
To a secret crush who set my heart ablaze.

From a crush I was scared to get too close.
To my partner, who loved me and it shows.

From my partner, I could see a life together.
To my future, any problems we could weather.

From my future, with plans that only grew,
Became a stranger, I completely knew.
Jose H 17h
It is simple, uncomplicated yet straightforward
It is but love and nothing but love
It is but a “Good morning beautiful”
To days end “Goodnight my love”
But two cups of coffee rather than one
The quite attentive smile when listening
The hug and a kiss upon arrival
The respect of consideration when deciding
Understanding of one’s feeling upon action
It is not complicated
To love and live with one in mind
To live as two, not as one
Truly love and respect till death parts
Yet even in death love does not cease
For a true love is eternal
To love you truly
Until the very end
In this life and the next
For all eternity
Jose H 1d
You’re no toy
to be played with
You’re no tool
To be used
You’re of value
The prize to be cherished
The woman to be love
Know your worth
Know you’re deserving
Not only of love, but of trust
Stay with me, leave me
Either choice please remember
Remember the love I’ve given
Remember the manner I cherish
Remember so that all other to come
Love as I loved
Cherished as I’ve cherished
Know this or more is your worth
I want to get married, I say
and I want to run across every corner of the earth without stop;
but I think I have a soulmate
somewhere in Italy, sipping his after-dinner espresso
and I think I’ve probably got another, sailing around Greece
F_ck, I heard a Columbian’s accent for the first time last night
and—-though I’ve never been to South America—-
I’d bet there’s a few men waiting there for me too, and
How do you pack all the lives you want to live
into just one?


In one of our lives, we got married / bought a little house, down by the sea / played music in the mornings dancing wild through the kitchen / nothing but two sets of boxers and breakfast sizzling / retreated to our single studies in the evenings / slow jazz notes tumbling through the quiet hum / I gave you a couple of kids, so I could watch you be a father / and you were the most beautiful thing standing on two legs / teaching your son to ride a bike / cradling your newborn daughter / and every single day was enough / reason to love you harder


And still another, we were Old Gods
Intimately entwined of the infallible energies
Birthing entire planets and star systems
  of our chaos and of our joy

And time would pass
and we would grin
just watching
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Hope 1d
I told him that I needed some space.
That I think if we had it
we'd be on better terms.

So he gave it to me..
the space between his shoulder
and elbow.
Some space on his chest
where I could rest my
oh
so
tired
head.

There
right there
where his heart beats
the fear right out of my skin.
There is where I slept,
longer than I normally
would have.
My manic mind
usually puts a
choke hold on sleep
much later in the night.
He slept too, even
though he hadn't been
awake for too long.
'Go ahead and rest my love '
is what he spoke to me.

Sometimes all we need is a little space.
Anailen 2d
i see how much pain i put you through
dont think i dont
i just dont know how
to not hurt
and hurt those
around me

i try to make myself smaller
hoping that
itll change something

and i want to tell you
to get clean
but how can i?
when i cant even do the same myself

and i love you so much
and i hate myself
for causing you distress

sometimes i think of letting you go
but i dont want you to do something rash

even though itd be better for you
to not have me

im selfish

and greedy

and i want you
in the most innocent way possible
i want you to hold me
to put me back together
to tell me that im beautiful
and i dont need to hide
that i dont take up too much space

that well both work on it
together

please.
Breann 3d
I think we should be together for more reasons than one.
For example, my favorite songs are melodies, and you always liked to hum.
But perhaps the hum of the drum can’t close the chasm of space, so I offer another one.

I shy from touch—I shrink away,
It startles, it stings, it’s never stayed.
To be held always felt like too much,
but when your fingers intertwined with mine,
it didn’t seem to bother me much.
No, now it’s all I want,
because the thought of your hand in mine becoming a memory
is something I can’t unfeel.

Three—I like to think I’m fun, but you keep me moving,
you pull me forward, push me further, make me more.
Four—I can’t imagine another concert
without your hand in mine,
without adding another song to our story’s score.

Five—you know me better than the rest.
They say I don’t tell, but to you, I always do.
Not my own, but the whispers I swore I’d keep—
yet somehow, they slip, because with you, silence never stays.

Six—I was never the main character,
always watching from the wings.
But when I lie at your side, the world quiets,
the chaos stills,
and for once, I am real.

Seven—I never feared death,
but now the thought of our story unfinished
haunts me more than being gone.

Eight—why not try?
Would it be hard? Would it hurt? Would it take work?
Yes.
But what if it could be great?
What if it could be the greatest love story ever told?

Nine—I won’t ask again,
but I’m weary of answering the same question:
Why aren’t we already an “us”?

And finally, ten—
I could write poem after poem about you
and never seem to find the end.
Piyush 3d
The wound is at her heart,
Her world is apart,
Trying to reach her,
Yet I can't speak with her.

Why is it so tough?
Whenever I see her,
I just stand there,
Frozen in the cold, with just a cough.

Is it my fault?
That I never stood by her,
Or is it her fault?
That she tried others?

I reach for words,
But they never stay,
They slip through my fingers
And fade away.

The day feels different,
But she wouldn’t know,
Once, I was there—
Now, I watch from the shadow.

If I had spoken,
Would things be the same?
Or was I meant to
Lose this game?

Today should be special,
Like the days we once knew,
But time has spoken—
And so, I stay silent too.
Today is her birthday, and I can't wish her,
So I wrote this as a gift to her.
I wake up every morning only to suffer,
The pain you caused will be forever.
With pain and suffering, I sleep,
Only to wake up, again to weep.

Fighting with my own emotion,
To ensure in my heart, there is no commotion.
The cut is so **** deep,
From your memories that I can’t sweep...

By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
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