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Greta Jul 18
maybe i have nothing good to say, because I've never been loved before
feelings come and they fly away, never my way
it's easy to write about things you know nothing about, the words that crawl from under your skin, they're the ones that tear you apart
let them tear me down

I looked at you, with everything I thought I knew, fell into a place I've searched,
for so long
i looked at you, full of hope, and called it "truth", never been harmed before, gave you my body and soul

you looked the other way..
Raven Star Jul 18
Would you have loved me
If i was a worm?
Crushed and torn
Like i mattered nothing at all.

Would you have searched for me
n the soil ?
Would you have made your hands *****
For a while?

But the truth is that
It doesn't matter if I'm a person or worm
I would always have been
Torn and torn and torn.
Published an untitled poem a couple weeks ago, this is the full version. Partially written by a friend actually.
Yuiza Nabin Jul 14
you made me miss the train in my dream: my fault for staring so long
i walked home alone that day, in the rain
singing some stupid tune to myself

did you think of me?
sitting there in contemplation, aside those ever-clear windows
did you look for me?
like i look for you in the morning commute and math before recess and anywhere everywhere in that sprawling liar we call memory

i know you didn't
but truly, it's fine
you will someday
when i muster up my courage and take that big leap

yes, w.

i would leap in front of a train if it meant you looked at me for just one second

or at least i would in the dream

but really, i'm so scared
scared of your acknowledgement, scared of your indifference
scared of your love, scared of your hatred
most of all scared that i might die without you ever having cared

so i wait and ponder and rot away
and course toward that cruel fate i so dread
such is reality

but not my fantasy:

w., i hope i get hit by a train in your dream
an old 'love letter'. but that train has already departed
Rubyredheart Jul 14
I know I don’t have you
but I don’t want to lose you.

My heart compresses and aches
and shakes and breaks
at the mere thought of pain too great
for you to stake your love on me.
The gift I need would make you bleed.
Yet shattered I plead for a sign, a seed.
Might even the tiniest sliver of you be mine?
I’m sorry! So sorry! How I stab and slice
with each roll of the dice.
You can’t pay the price and I should think twice.
This hunger is strong, has gnawed decades long
but you are far gone.
My desire cut you, bled you out,
Destroyed each last sprout of hope I fear
Only my doubt is left to muck about
in this drought of you.

Still all I want to do
is mend, befriend, heal, renew
Converse, embrace & always love you.
My chest heaves with a sigh
for drops of your love I cry
to know more of you, still I try,
I treasure your deep diamond core
It’s you I’ve always adored
Unsatisfied, I want more.
Instead all I taste
Salty tears on my face
and a huge empty waste
where you self-erased.

I know I don’t have you
so why can’t I leave this place?
I don’t want to lose you
Still
Originally published 21st Apr 2022 | edited July 14, 2025
Chrys Jul 13
Her smile brings his dark skies sunshine
Her eyes pull the tides back to the shoreline
Like the sea to the moon, he kept gravitating
He thinks of her her not me but her

He smiles that secret smile and I know he’s smitten
Blame it on the love bug, he said; he’s been bitten
Would’ve been a fairy tale happy ending
If I was her her can I be her

Her warm embrace thaws his stone cold heart
I’d know, coz he and I are same from the start
As I stay trapped in our past, she changed him for the better
She’s his salvation, and he loves her her her

I hoped and prayed that I be worthy
Of his mind and heart, not his folly
But a garden **** like me can never make him happy
If I was him, I won’t look at another

I’d choose her her always her
Chrys Jul 13
Those eyes that have always shone with glee
Those lips I have prayed could utter its love to me
Those arms which smell of safety and home
Those hands which tell me I’m not alone
Two sisters—just a year apart.
The elder, quiet, shy, a soul kept hidden behind gentle eyes.
The younger, a spark—charming, graceful, the kind who turned heads and lit up rooms.
Both brilliant in their own way,
But only one was seen.

At every gathering,
The younger shone.
She smiled, she laughed,
And one day, he saw her.
And he fell in love.
By a twist of fate,
She loved him too.

But the elder—she had already begun to feel something…
Not knowing love had already bloomed between them.
When she found out,
She didn’t scream.
She didn’t cry
She stepped back.

She told the truth to the family.
She made her sister choose—
To let go.
And so, the younger moved on.
The boy drifted away.
Life went forward.

But somewhere,
The elder stopped.

Now, the world paints her a villain.
But tell me—who truly made her one?

She bore no hate.
Only heartbreak.
No one was wrong,
But she lost the most.

Because she believed—she was never enough.
With her curved back, her round face, her skin not fair…
She dared to dream, once.
And paid the price.

She tried to change everything—
Her voice, her body, her smile—
All to be someone the world might finally choose.

But in the process,
She lost herself.
The girl who once found comfort in her own skin
Is now just tired.

Tired of trying.
Tired of proving.
Tired of being second.

She’s giving up.
And now,
Love?
Oh God…
Does it even exist anymore?
Sophie Chen Jul 9
I have
memorized you,  dear muse, each wavering eyelash that
casts shadows over fair cheeks,
The rythm of your steps to the
algorithym of your life
The pace of your breaths, quick  lovely, lively

yet you remain lifeless beneath my brush on cloudy days-
your voice eludes me, presence evades me,
Rain seeps through your hair like cold sunlight dappling forth,
thin strokes
murky paints and effusing-

red flames.
I watch how limerence tricks you
to take their hand,
why.
not.
mine?.
You
smile
laugh
and love
leaving me behind.

For I will always be the besotted artist,
and you,
my beloved muse.
Jan Reest Jul 9
My chest laid bare
on the muddy soil—
my ribs, flowered open.
Despair, my canvas—
picked apart by scavenging savages.
Condemned to the deep,
my heart lay.
Tobi Jul 4
I almost told a girl
"I think you're pretty."
But then I burnt my tongue
Since when did I cower
Oh pity!

Yes, I said it
Well didn't say it
But she's got
A radiant smile
And eyes that glow

I can't tire from her laugh
It gives me strength
I'm entangled in a thousand
No a million thoughts
When I see her

But my friend is closer
Too close I say
She might be taken
I thought, I swore out loud
I never stood a chance

But it's kinda dumb
She's still my friend
We love each other
But I still dream
That she becomes my lover

Oh Misery!
Have pity!
Why can't someone like her
Kiss me on the lips and say
"You're mine."?
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