#selflove poems on Hello Poetry

NostalgicFeeling 4h

You said
"It's not you,
It's me"
Maybe it was true-
I haven't had a clue
That it was for the better,
Even though it felt like a fetter.

You lifted me up,
Called me pretty-
Was it just your pity?
Then you got bored;
I've felt so ignored.

I know I've always been pretty,
Sometimes I've been too gritty,
To the little old me,
Now I know there's no price on me,
No measure of my worth-
I deserve to walk on this Earth.

30/3/25
What do you think of the phrase "It's not you, it's me"?
If someone truly wanted to be with you, would they find a way? Let's talk about it!:)
What do *you* think?

#selflove #love #price #self #worth #earth #breakup #cheesy

GNF - Glasshouse 1d

The Forbidden Love Series (Part 3)

Part 3 - H

07 April 2025

"The Last Goodbye (Love Like Wounds)"
You were the kind of love
they write tragedies about.
A wild, aching secret
I kept buried beneath my ribs,
like a song I wasn’t allowed to sing—
but did, anyway.
I loved you
with every shattered part of me.
With hands that never stopped trembling.
With a heart that kept returning to your fire,
even when it knew
I’d be left in ashes.

You were the silence
after the scream.

The hush of pain
disguised as comfort.
The wound that cut deep
so deep—
but never stayed.

You hurt me
in ways I still don’t have names for.
Left traces of yourself in my skin
like bruises shaped like promises.
And still,
I loved you.
Like I didn’t know better.
Like I didn’t know how not to.
You touched me
and the world disappeared.

Not in light—
but in shadow.

And I swore it was beautiful
because I couldn’t bear to call it what it was:

lonely.

Hollow.

Dangerous.

I miss you
like an addict misses the ache.
Like a ghost misses the body it once haunted.
I miss you in that quiet, trembling way
people miss what destroyed them.
And oh—
how I remember
your crimson red kiss.

Forbidden.

Fierce.

A sacred wound I kept reopening.
It tasted like surrender,
like sorrow,
like the end of the world
wrapped in silk.
I wore your love like a secret—
and bled for it in silence.
I still wake up
with your name caught between my teeth.
Still feel the phantom of you
in every breath I take.
Still ache for the way
you made even pain feel like intimacy.
But love
should not be something
I survive.

It should not ask me
to trade myself in pieces
just to be held.

You were my forbidden.
My undoing.

The ache that sang lullabies
in a language only I could understand.
But I can’t do it anymore.
I can’t keep kissing knives
and calling it devotion.
I can’t keep breaking just to feel something.
This—
this is my goodbye.
Not soft.
Not easy.
But final.
Because I may still grieve you—
may still wake up
missing the way you held my chaos—
but I will not go back.

I deserve mornings
that don’t start with aching.

Hands that touch me without burning.
Love that doesn’t leave me
emptier than before.

I still carry your name in my bones,
but it no longer commands me.
I still dream of you—
but I no longer beg the dream to stay.
I loved you
with everything I had.
And now I let you go
with everything I’ve become.
You were never forever.
You were a wound that taught me
what healing could feel like.

This is my last goodbye.
Not a whisper—
a promise.

Because I once let you carve yourself into me—
but now,
I reclaim the space.
And that—
that is the most beautiful thing
I have ever done.
My healing journey over the years. It's very long but trust me. It is worth it.

This is Part 3 of the Forbidden Love Series.
The title of the poem is The Last Goodbye (Love Like Wounds). This is the last poem of the Series

#love #selflove #sh #beauty #positive #chooselife #healig

GNF - Glasshouse 1d

The Forbidden Love Series. (Part 2)

Part two
19 June 2023

"The Kiss I Can’t Survive" - V
It starts like a whisper—
barely there—
a flicker behind my ribs,
a soft sting beneath my skin,
then suddenly—
you’re everywhere.
You're in my bloodstream,
in my breath,
in every ******* thought I swore I buried.
You show up
like you never left.
And I forget.
I forget how bad it gets.
I forget how you break me.
Because God—
you make me feel so alive.
You make me feel like I matter.
Like I’m not a ghost wearing skin.
Like someone, something—you—
see me.

Touch me.

Hold me.

You kissed my skin like it was the last thing worth loving.
You wrapped me up in lies that felt like lullabies.
And I let you.
Every. ****. Time.
I miss you like sinners miss heaven.
Like lungs miss air after the scream.
Like a broken heart misses the hand that shattered it.
I ache for you.
Do you hear me?
I ache—
bone-deep, soul-shaking,
nails-digging-into-my-own-skin ache.
Because every blood-red kiss you left on me
felt like poetry.
Like maybe I was art.
Like maybe pain was the only language
I ever truly spoke.
You gave me peace.
The kind that cuts.
The kind that hushes every voice in my head
and replaces it with one

Yours.

And you whispered:
"You're still alive."
And I believed you,
because only you could make me feel
in a world that went numb.
But that silence—
that still, dangerous silence—
was never safety.

It was a funeral.

A ritual.

A sacrifice.

And I was always the offering.
I want you.
God, I want you like fire wants air.
Like waves want to crash.
Like hands want to hold the blade
just to feel something again.
But if I give in—
if I even taste you—
I don’t come back.
Not this time.
Because you are not a memory.
You are a trap.
A tightrope strung between life and death.
One wrong step—
and I’m gone.
I gave you power once.
I let you reign.
Bowed my head and called it devotion.
Worshipped you with my wounds
and asked for nothing in return but relief.
I laid myself at your feet like a ******* prayer.
But even holy things can **** you.
Even gods can leave you bleeding.
And now?
Now I burn for you
in silence.
In defiance.
With every ounce of love that still claws inside me

I walk away.
Because loving you
is choosing the end.
And I still have stories left to write.
So I let you go.
With trembling hands
and fire in my chest.
I let you go—
not because I want to,
but because I have to.
Because if I say yes to you again—
I say no to everything else.
To healing.
To hope.
To life.

This is Part Two of the Forbidden Love Series.
The title of the poem is "The Kiss I Can't survive "

#hurt #growth #love #selflove #life #sh #adult

Sherri Woodman 2d

Could I Even Love You

I could think of one hundred ways,

that I could say good-bye today

You're the best at what you do,

happy to break my heart in two

and every time you look at me,

I think of who I wished you'd be

That guy who loved me so much

that you could never get enough

The man that I once looked up to,

not this one who loves to abuse

Someone that I used to respect,

not demanding his needs be met

You bully me to see your views,

then sit up all night to argue

Where you ever really that man,

the one that always kissed my
hand

You tell me that you still care,

  why? because your still here?

When is the last time you said,

I love you before going to bed

Then I wonder even if you changed,

Could I even love you again?

The emotional roller coaster of love, not for the faint of heart.

#selfworth #selflove #overlovebreakuprelationshipsheartbroken

Asuka 3d

Roar, Don’t Whisper

I hear them—
the sheep in their scripted refrain:
"Lower your gaze. Stay in your lane.
Blend with the flock, bury your flame—
No need for thunder. No need for name."

But I remember the ones who walked unbowed,
Eyes like storms,
souls too loud.
They taught me not to kneel, but rise,
To tear the silence,
to scorch the skies.

Don’t flow like water through cracks they choose,
A shape that fits
is a self you lose.
Be wind—ravenous, rough, untamed,
A force with no leash,
no master,
no name.

If they seal you in a space too tight,
Too small for soul,
too dim for light—
Split it open. Let rage ignite.
Turn your whisper into a war-cry flight.

This is your voice:
not meek, not borrowed.
A sun that sears
through every sorrow.
If breath still burns within your chest,
Roar, rebel—
be nothing less.

Carve your path through dusk and scar.
You are the blaze.
You are the star.

#society #bravery #selflove

Asuka 4d

'You' are beautiful

You are bamboo—
slow to grow, strong for life.
You are jasmine—
delicate, fragrant, real.
Both are needed.

And you?
You’re here.
Still blooming.
Still meant to be.

And me?
Just a human
catching his thoughts like fireflies—
watching them glow
on paper.

#selflove #life #love

Sherri Woodman 5d

My Divine Energy

Tell me, how does it feel to be,

  swimming in your toxic
acidity

An entire ocean of
negativity

and you're in deeper than six
feet

Trying to throw shade on
me,

  while I stand in my divine
energy

  Knee deep in your karmic despair,

  will you go anywhere from
there?

  Have you learned any lessons at
all?

  Will you drown or will you
fall?

  You always fear of being
judged,

  you'd rather have a ******
smudge

Staying hidden in your
disguise

starting with a foundation of lies

Clap back, you only get what you give

as I'm finding a better way to live

#karmadivinewronghiddenselfworth #selflove #judgedrightlies

Sherri Woodman 6d

The Cycle

I give too much to everyone else,

I don't save anything for myself

so, I end up empty as a
shell

resenting the takers & myself as
well

I open my mouth the words come
out,

  I need to please, what's that
  about?

When the time comes to do the
deed,

  I'm overwhelmed if I don't meet their
needs

  Why can't I take, why can't I
receive?

Why can't I feel a little
greed?

I have wants, I have
needs

Sure there's a reason deep down inside

  some under lying purpose of why I,

don't feel I deserve the pleasure
of someone who treats me better

Maybe I just need to be
needed,

that's why the cycle keeps being repeated

I always give everyone too much & get taken advantage of by people who should be giving back to me.

#cycle #selfworth #selflove #give #take #used

Mimmi 7d

Love, Me part 2

In my most vulnerable time

I must have pretended that I was in the know.

Like I’d have the power to decide, if I was a mistake that God “forgot”.

God never forgets or makes mistakes.

God is bigger than my decisions and thoughts.

I am…

good at my job

really funny

empathic and kind to a fault, though working on limits

a real fighter and I learn from experience

I do matter and I am awesome.

That is a statement given to me from me.

And that’s not something I’ve been able to easily say or write before

It was an unthinkable thought,
a word I wasn’t worthy to feel or say.
But I do have worth in this world.

Now.. (This is more a reminder to myself)

Having a more healthy mind doesn't mean I have to always be happy or live perfectly.

It just means that I can handle situations and feelings a bit more easily and my lows will hopefully not be as low as before.

Love, Me

Progress

#progress #selflove #selfesteem #happy #anxiety