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nadine shane Jul 25
i still think about you;
in every pause in each shaky breath i take,
in every fleeting moment when i try to close my eyes and sleep,
in the in-betweens of the night shifting into day.

i wonder
if i am ever a modicum of thought
that passes through you;

do you still think of me
as much as i think of you?

would everything be different
if i held you more closely to me?

(i love you,
i always will.)
i am forever yours.
nadine shane Jul 11
i want to make a poem
about how much i yearn for you
and for the moments and time
lost in the wind.

but the words refuse to come out;
it drags itself up to my throat and just hangs there.

it just
hangs there,
kept and caged in the crevices of my mind.

perhaps it hurts too much to write
because the pain becomes real;
and it becomes terrifying.
and now im back to where i was before
nadine shane Jul 11
if it makes me look like a complete and utter fool
for saving whatever i possibly could
from the mess i made,
then so be it.

i would still want
to hold onto whatever i could hold on
even if its pins and needles.
nadine shane Jul 11
these days
feel so abundantly empty;

i have become absolutely enamored
with the way our silence lulls us to sleep;
embracing each other's warmth and company.

but, alas, such bitter fate.

now, i try to fill the void with mindless chatters
but it all remains futile.

everything hurts without you.
was this how you felt? i am rambling again, i cannot make sense of what i want to say to you
nadine shane Jul 2020
and then i saw you
again; the silence between
us became painful.
smithereens of our universe ruthlessly scattered to dust.
nadine shane Jan 2020
you are more than
just dusted "i love you's"

you are the sun,
setting down,
assuring me
of the little questions
i have within me.

you cradle the zephyr
that i carry
on my burdened shoulders
and i watch
as you let it crumble
on your deific palms
as every modicum of doubt
(hello onat, ily)
nadine shane Dec 2019
i was wont
to the company
of the begrudging night lights,
ceasing to hope
for the rays
of the melted sun
to cascade through me.

and then
you ensorcelled me
with your
quick-witted replies
and unfiltered mouth;

you became the reason
for my peripeteia.

so much so
that the magnitude
of my affection
cant be quantified.
hi, jonathan. i love you.
nadine shane Nov 2019
the warmth, lingering,
i could breathe for a moment
and then you left me.
it seems as though im suffocating.
nadine shane Nov 2019
the nights devoid of holiness
always seemed
to find itself tangled
with the crestfallen visage
always plastered on mine.

a close acquaintance of mine
would be the moon--

glimmering and illuminating
the regrets and mistakes
emblazoned deeply
onto every fibre of my being.

my dreaded moment has come--
the clock made itself known;
through the fragile threshold
i dared to call my home.

once more,
it made me a fool
for believing
i could be liberated
from this labyrinth.
make it stop.
nadine shane Oct 2019
our naked silence & honey kiss
were nothing to him
he will curse our empty love
with a bittersweet word

and you let it **** us.
how fickle.
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