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M Jul 17
I see his messages.
I see him reaching out again.
I’m tempted to fall back again.
And I miss him.
Even though I know I shouldn’t.
But this time…
It wasn’t hope.
It was a reminder.
A reminder that I need to let him go.
We’re stuck in a limbo that never changes.
He doesn’t care, not really.
And I shouldn’t either… even if part of me still does.
These feelings for him still linger
Soft, stubborn, and cruel.
But this distance… this silence…
It’s not punishment.
It’s healing.
It’s how I free myself.
No contact isn’t easy
But it’s the only thing that will finally let me breathe again.
For AA.
M Jul 14
I kissed you when I shouldn’t have
I cared when I knew it’d just hurt back
I think of you more than I should
Still hoping one day you’d be good

I gave too many chances it’s true
Each one hoping you’d come through
But you deflect ignore and run
Especially when I’m not just fun

You go quiet when I get real
You don’t respond to how I feel
And I keep loving even still
Even though it breaks my will

You send a heart a hey a snap
But where were you when I felt trapped
When I sent that sad face you stayed cold
Like my emotions just got old

I’m always tempted to reply
Give it one more shot just one more try
But what’s the point you’ve shown your side
You push me out when I confide

What do I expect at this stage
From someone who keeps acting the same
If you could ignore me once you’ll do it again
And I’ll be left picking up pain

Different day same old game
Same silence same unanswered name
And yet my heart still feels the pull
Still hopes you’ll change still feels full

But deep down I know the truth I fear
When someone shows you believe it clear
If you wanted to you would’ve stayed
We wouldn’t be here love wouldn’t fade

Yes I miss you more than you know
But I’ve had enough it’s time to let go
I wanted forever but you only showed up
when you were bored
And that’s not love I can afford

So this is goodbye not with hate but with grace
I just need peace not this endless chase
I still care but I care for me more
You lost my heart I’m closing that door
For AA.
Yes, I see the message. It’s the typical hey, along with a heart. Same old texts, same cycle, nothing changes. You’ll still be the same.
This time, I’m not going back.
M Jul 10
I sent a sad face,
he sent nothing.
Eight hours of silence
and a filtered selfie
as if my feelings
were too inconvenient
to be acknowledged.

He didn’t ask what was wrong.
He never really did.
He liked the softness,
but never the substance.

He liked being wanted,
but never wanted to show up.
Not when I was vulnerable,
not when I was hurting,
not when I needed more
than a snap of his bed
or a half laugh in my face.

I gave chances in silence,
forgiveness without apology.
I held space where he gave absence.
And still, I stayed.
Until staying
started to hurt more
than the leaving ever could.

So I didn’t block him.
I didn’t scream.
I didn’t write a final message.
I just disappeared
the way he always did
when it was my turn to speak.

Let him wonder
why the snaps stopped.
Let him feel the stillness
he used to ignore.

Let him stare at the pending
and realize I’m not.
Not waiting.
Not hoping.
Not folding back into someone
who forgot how to hold me.

I may not have closure,
but I have clarity.

And if silence is the only language
he ever taught me,
then let him hear it
loud and clear.
For AA.

Finally choosing myself, had to let him go this time. No going back even though it’s not easy and it hurts.
Nat Lipstadt Jun 14
"are never really finished,
they are only due.
Writing may be draining,
never perfect,
but it’s always rewarding."

no buts or exceptions
whenever you think your
done,
you lets the little tickles of
mmmm. maybe a
change, a comma here,
and the madness is
well,
maddening

the reward?
the compulsion that drives
one to exclaim,
I can do better,
and take a clean sheet
and the blood rush,
accelerating heart rate,
the beating speeding up
of pulsing of everything

why that's your reward,
you fool,
fooling yourself

one mo' time
no a rainy saturday
i love you that much
so when there is
a choice
between you and me
i choose to love
maybe
i love you
because
i don’t know what love is
i’m sure
i do
but for you
i don’t want to follow the rules
you can drink how much you want
but you will never see me in her
you can find another girl
who jokes the same as I did before
who laughs the same, who smiles the same
but it will never be me again
Lately, I have definitely
noticed a change,
these times are different now,
things are just not the same,
when we display
our poems, and our writings,
the honor we do not claim,
like they're no longer exciting,
this is really just insane,
as if our works don't matter,
We just mainly want to
change things, and
to make Life more better,
Do our writings bore you??,
or are you just not intrigued??
Is our inspirations and motivation
not something that you need???
do our verses scare you,
We really need to know,
Do our creative word expressions
make you feel very low???
We want to inspire, and
lift you up higher, and
give you encouragement,
that's if you so desire,
are you looking for
a scapegoat,  or a
word to Brighten your day???
or, something that
is personal, and
you would rather not say???
If so, that's okay,
I just thought that I'd ask,
I'm not the type of person
that'll put you on blast
although, it may seem very
harsh and very strange,
I have definitely put to notice
that Things Have Changed!!!!


B.R.
Date: 4/14/2025
NOTE: Can anyone else attest,
or is it just me???
Jesus' baby Mar 26
Grant thee a voice to write,  
A blueprint to imprint.  

Bestow thee a script,  
To inscribe with wisdom’s grip.  

Permit thee a spark,  
To blaze through the dark.  

Inspire thee with grace,  
To shine in time and space.
I hate the way you make me feel
Like I am carrying 400lbs of extra weight
On my body
I hate hiw oppressive you turned
I hate the fact that you're birthday
Stole alot from me
And I cannot replace what was stolen
From me
I hate you for what you did
To make me have to lie to others about you
I hate the fact that your old school
I am angry for the simple fact that you are still here
When you shouldn't be even around me
All this aggression
All this hate and anger
Is baggage for me
And you don't know what you have don't yet...
Your lies lead me to lie
And I (f)ucking hate that
Another thing about ex
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