#backburner - Hello Poetry

You came to me in broken light I held your pieces through the night To you, I was a gentle stay A quiet stop along the way A moment's peace, a place to breathe Not love, not roots, just time to grieve Yet still, the thought won't set me free— That I was used to set you free And still I hoped, despite the ache In fleeting smiles I saw you wake Sometimes it felt you truly cared Like I was seen, like I was there Like love had brushed across your chest Then vanished, leaving all the rest But I, I only meant to heal To touch your soul, to make it feel You were the world I held so tight A fragile star I kept in light I gave you all, then let you go Too tired to carry what you don't show And when I left, you let me slip No tremble in your loosened grip No second glance, no final plea Just silence, where you left me be

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May 7, 2025

May 7, 2025 at 4:17 AM UTC

jelly-2

Rebound

You came to me in broken light I held your pieces through the night To you, I was a gentle stay A quiet stop along the way A moment's peace, a place to breathe Not love, not roots, just time to grieve Yet still, the thought won't set me free— That I was used to set you free And still I hoped, despite the ache In fleeting smiles I saw you wake Sometimes it felt you truly cared Like I was seen, like I was there Like love had brushed across your chest Then vanished, leaving all the rest But I, I only meant to heal To touch your soul, to make it feel You were the world I held so tight A fragile star I kept in light I gave you all, then let you go Too tired to carry what you don't show And when I left, you let me slip No tremble in your loosened grip No second glance, no final plea Just silence, where you left me be

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wasted time, whenever I spend an ounce, of myself—lesser than a dime, my time, lesser than a hand count, of myself with you, a wasted time indeed, and these regrets bleed, lifelessly—out and about, endlessly, these regrets, will always lash out unto me, unto me, they send threats, my regrets begged to be set free,

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Sep 10, 2024

Sep 10, 2024 at 2:34 PM UTC

dapani

wasted time

wasted time, whenever I spend an ounce, of myself—lesser than a dime, my time, lesser than a hand count, of myself with you, a wasted time indeed, and these regrets bleed, lifelessly—out and about, endlessly, these regrets, will always lash out unto me, unto me, they send threats, my regrets begged to be set free,

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My shoulder blades are on fire but I can’t focus on that right now The food will be overdone guests tired of waiting nothing is ready yet But I can’t focus right now Shove it down push it back remember to forget

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Aug 11, 2018

Aug 11, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC

Phi_Kenzie

Backburner

My shoulder blades are on fire but I can’t focus on that right now The food will be overdone guests tired of waiting nothing is ready yet But I can’t focus right now Shove it down push it back remember to forget

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I was a hair late. Those mere hours were enough for her to put me on the back burner, And move someone else to the front. I was left wanting, waiting, and waning. Yes, we will exchange pleasantries, And even embrace on occasion. But the embraces will be nothing more than reminders of how platonic I am, Or how pathetic I've become. The wayside by which I stand cannot be overcome by merely remaining hopeful. Yet, the time for action has passed. Though I still pine like the ghost of Neruda.

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Sep 18, 2016

Sep 18, 2016 at 9:46 PM UTC

timmytwotimes

Back Burner

I was a hair late. Those mere hours were enough for her to put me on the back burner, And move someone else to the front. I was left wanting, waiting, and waning. Yes, we will exchange pleasantries, And even embrace on occasion. But the embraces will be nothing more than reminders of how platonic I am, Or how pathetic I've become. The wayside by which I stand cannot be overcome by merely remaining hopeful. Yet, the time for action has passed. Though I still pine like the ghost of Neruda.

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