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You hated the smell of cigarettes 

So I stopped smoking 

Even when you're long gone

I still haven't picked it back up

Because I am still hopeful

That you'll come back

Bumping into you, talking to you

And still showing 

I cared about the little things 

After all this time
Selena 2d
Under the shimmering sun,
fingers intertwined,
We looked at kids with water guns,
running in the blind.

dancing in endless laughter,
Our eyes were drowned;
Yet I can’t  see the color
that paints you around.

Alas, I found myself in bed
mourning for the hands;
The ones that were in my head
turned into the sands.
Tani 7d
My bones feel empty, cold and deep,
They know you're missing, while I weep.
It's not just skin, it's in my core,
I crave your presence, want you more.

A hollow ache, a constant need,
For your warm touch, a planted seed.
My very bones remember how
You held me close, and hold me now.

I feel your ghost, a phantom weight,
My skeleton just can't abate.
This longing deep, this yearning true,
My bones are calling out for you.
Can you tell me
How it feels to be disconnected?
Was it string by string
Or did you rip it off all at once?

When you looked at me
Did you see the color in my eyes?
Or did you see black and white
Before you looked away?

Was it hard?
Hesitation, doubts, guesses
Or was it easy?
Simple, quick, effortless

When we touched
Did you feel that electricity?
Or did your hand
Only felt an object?

As I loved you
Did you love me?
Or did you just
Say it awkwardly?

When I thought of you
Did you think of me?
Or were your thoughts randomized
With everything but me?

I asked how it felt
Because I am still connected
To someone who is gone
Who pulled away so effortlessly

A red string of fate
Severed by you
And I asked myself
How can I do the same?
duru g Jun 30
I used to love him—
Not in the casual way people talk about love,
But in the way the ocean loves the shore,
Constant, inevitable, relentless,
Even when the distance between them feels endless.

His blonde hair, soft and familiar,
Like golden threads I wanted to tangle my fingers in forever,
But I never could.
The miles stretched between us,
A space too wide, too cruel to close.
Yet I could still feel him,
As if his breath lingered just beyond my reach.

Those ocean blue eyes—
They held storms and stillness all at once,
Even from afar, I drowned in them.
I memorized them through a screen,
Staring into a version of him I couldn’t touch,
Hoping the pixels would somehow keep me warm.

His face, etched in my memory,
That beautiful, gentle nose,
Perfect in its imperfection,
A detail I can’t seem to forget,
Even when I try.
But I never felt its softness under my fingertips,
Only imagined what it must feel like to be that close.

And now, I miss him.
Not just his body, his presence,
But the way he made space in my heart,
A space that feels hollow now,
Echoing with memories that never had the chance to be real.
We existed in the in-between,
Our love spanning cities, miles, oceans,
Yet it was always there, as sure as the sun rising.

I miss his existence,
The simple fact of him being here,
Breathing in the same world as me,
But too far away to ever hold.
There’s a void where he used to be,
A gap in the air that no one else can fill.
He was perfect, not in the way the world sees perfection,
But in the way that made him mine,
Even when the distance made it feel like he wasn’t.



And I yearn—God, I yearn—
For just one more moment,
One more chance to see him face to face,
To close the distance between us,
To feel whole, if only for an instant.

He’s still here,
In the space he left behind,
In the parts of me that are still his,
Even though he was never quite close enough to touch.
And I miss him more than I know how to say.
villiøn Jun 30
Those words you spoke,
Solemn and soft,
Caressed my supple heart,
And ignited it into desire.

I felt your touch peer through the cracks.
Your love whisper through the gaps.
I saw your eyes shimmer in the shadow.
Your warmth glimmer in the cold.

I came running to that door —
The one you opened just for me.
All alone with your lingering touch,
Held by the softness of my reverie.

And now my love burns fiercely.
Setting fire to that solemn door.
The frame splinters my tender hands,
Bleeding now — for my own flesh and bone.
mysterie Jun 30
my chest
doesn't scream --
it hums
with a stabbing pain
too polite
to interupt.

my soul
it still reaches
for hands
that no longer
reach back
to me.
a small insight on the upcoming poems im saving.. there's six at the moment.
date wrote: 30/6
What is this game that we are playing?
Is history repeating itself once more?
Are you vanishing beyond reach again?
Are you heading back to me?

Or was that our last dance before we closed this chapter for good?

My heart was never rooted in you.
And still, it remains so.

But why does it feel like I was being stung by a bee for the first time?

I know better.
So why does my mind keep playing traitor?

Though you’ve vanished from my arms, my body still burns for your touch.

Over and over again.
You have me wanting.

You were never that special to begin with.
So why after almost a year.
I am still under your spell?

What have you done to me?

What have I done to deserve this abandonment?

I have lived without you.
And I can do it again.
I don’t know why but I thought he was different, I thought he changed.
i say
"i don't care"
like it's a piece of armour --
almost like if i say it
enough
itll become
true.

but my soul,
it still aches.
in the middle of the
darkness,
in the silence,
it remebers
what my mouth
tries to forget.

i don't care.
but only
out loud,
the rest of me
still cares --
in the darkness,
and in the silence.
soul; entry three
date wrote: 30/6
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