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you are sitting at a table with a bowl of gold in front of you, and you are so busy looking for the fruit you haven’t grown yet that you forget you are the one who planted the tree. you tell me you’re behind, that you’re a ghost of who you were supposed to be by now. you move the goalpost until it’s just a blur on the horizon, convinced that because everything isn't perfect, nothing counts. but two years ago, you were a girl who didn't want to see the sunrise. two years ago, the weight of the sky felt like it would crush the citrus right out of your spirit. you didn’t want to be alive, and now— right now— you are. and that has to be the biggest thing anyone has ever done. you’re standing in the middle of a life you once begged for. the girl you were two years ago would look at you now, peeling an orange on a random Tuesday, and her jaw would be on the floor. not because you’ve fixed everything, but because you’re here to see it. she wouldn't care about the "more" you’re chasing; she would be in awe that your hands are still warm, that the scissors are just a tool for the fruit and nothing else. the things that used to be unbearable are now just things. the fog has cleared enough to let the morning in. you don't give yourself credit for the miracle of waking up when your brain spent all night telling you to stay under. so maybe you aren't everything you want to be today, but you are everything you prayed to be two years ago. you are a living, breathing collection of gold apologies to the version of you who thought she wouldn't make it. the juice is running down your wrist. you're staying. and i am so, so proud of you for the mess you’re still here to make.
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Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 9:18 PM UTC
the sour parts of you: the girl who made it (3)
you are sitting at a table with a bowl of gold in front of you, and you are so busy looking for the fruit you haven’t grown yet that you forget you are the one who planted the tree. you tell me you’re behind, that you’re a ghost of who you were supposed to be by now. you move the goalpost until it’s just a blur on the horizon, convinced that because everything isn't perfect, nothing counts. but two years ago, you were a girl who didn't want to see the sunrise. two years ago, the weight of the sky felt like it would crush the citrus right out of your spirit. you didn’t want to be alive, and now— right now— you are. and that has to be the biggest thing anyone has ever done. you’re standing in the middle of a life you once begged for. the girl you were two years ago would look at you now, peeling an orange on a random Tuesday, and her jaw would be on the floor. not because you’ve fixed everything, but because you’re here to see it. she wouldn't care about the "more" you’re chasing; she would be in awe that your hands are still warm, that the scissors are just a tool for the fruit and nothing else. the things that used to be unbearable are now just things. the fog has cleared enough to let the morning in. you don't give yourself credit for the miracle of waking up when your brain spent all night telling you to stay under. so maybe you aren't everything you want to be today, but you are everything you prayed to be two years ago. you are a living, breathing collection of gold apologies to the version of you who thought she wouldn't make it. the juice is running down your wrist. you're staying. and i am so, so proud of you for the mess you’re still here to make.
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i read once that the earth grew oranges in pairs, so no one would ever have to sit at a table and eat in the dark. a small, bright weight in the palm that says the cold hasn't won yet- not if there’s still something this golden to break open. i heard once that the stars are just oranges the sky hasn't learned how to peel yet. a million gold promises hanging just out of reach, waiting for someone brave enough to climb a ladder made of all the times we almost gave up. and i didn't find a savior in you; i just found a girl who leaves a trail of citrus oil on every book she touches. i saw a girl in an oversized shirt with a smudge on her cheek, muttering about how she’s a disaster while she tears into a clementine like it’s the only thing she’s ever gotten right. there is a frantic, quiet beauty in the way you trip over your own grace. it’s in the way you think you’re a burden but you’re actually just the person who makes the kitchen smell like a grove, filling the silence with a laugh that you try to hide behind your hand because you think it’s too loud for the morning. i don't want to know a sidewalk that doesn't have your shadow on it. i don't want to learn the rhythm of a Tuesday where the seat to my right doesn't sound like laughter and brilliant thoughts. i don't want a tournament where i'm not cheering for your awards. we aren't a metaphor for being "fixed." we’re just two people in the middle of a Tuesday that feels too heavy, deciding that the gold running down your wrist is the only thing allowed to leave a mark today. so stay for the noise. stay for the sour parts. stay because i haven't finished showing you all the songs you’re going to ruin. stay because the juice is the only thing running down our wrists, and i don't have enough napkins to clean up a world that doesn't have you in it.
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Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
the sour parts of you: a bowl of gold apologies (1)
i read once that the earth grew oranges in pairs, so no one would ever have to sit at a table and eat in the dark. a small, bright weight in the palm that says the cold hasn't won yet- not if there’s still something this golden to break open. i heard once that the stars are just oranges the sky hasn't learned how to peel yet. a million gold promises hanging just out of reach, waiting for someone brave enough to climb a ladder made of all the times we almost gave up. and i didn't find a savior in you; i just found a girl who leaves a trail of citrus oil on every book she touches. i saw a girl in an oversized shirt with a smudge on her cheek, muttering about how she’s a disaster while she tears into a clementine like it’s the only thing she’s ever gotten right. there is a frantic, quiet beauty in the way you trip over your own grace. it’s in the way you think you’re a burden but you’re actually just the person who makes the kitchen smell like a grove, filling the silence with a laugh that you try to hide behind your hand because you think it’s too loud for the morning. i don't want to know a sidewalk that doesn't have your shadow on it. i don't want to learn the rhythm of a Tuesday where the seat to my right doesn't sound like laughter and brilliant thoughts. i don't want a tournament where i'm not cheering for your awards. we aren't a metaphor for being "fixed." we’re just two people in the middle of a Tuesday that feels too heavy, deciding that the gold running down your wrist is the only thing allowed to leave a mark today. so stay for the noise. stay for the sour parts. stay because i haven't finished showing you all the songs you’re going to ruin. stay because the juice is the only thing running down our wrists, and i don't have enough napkins to clean up a world that doesn't have you in it.
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What do you tell someone who told you They want to die. How do you make them feel better, when all they have given you is love and hope. But you have nothing in return When you want them to stay but they trusted you enough to tell you how they feel alone, but you cant help but think “were they not happy in those memories?” “have they always felt alone?”  “can i stop it?” “For how long” “Will they actually do it?” Do you sleep after someone tells you that? What if their all you have What if their the reason you live? Then what? What do you do, when they say they love you, but mention the last time they'll ever lay eyes on you What do you do When you love someone so much you can’t even fathom not having them in your life Just to find out they want out. into a place where you aren’t there. A place where you no longer know them What do you when you love someone. And all you can do is cry for them because you know you can’t help how they feel When you want to be there for them no matter what But this time you can’t/ Because they don’t even want to be a part of life How do you tell them life is worth living but really, if it was worth it why would they feel that way to begin with. How do you tell someone you want in your life so bad,  to stay in a place that hurts. Knowing that if they ever left your side permanently you would  cry and cry and cry until oxygen was no more When you, yourself were willing to die for them. What do you do when you love someone that much When they laugh you laugh with them because it fills you When you see them, life gets better What happens when you need them more than anything What do you do when you love them more than you love yourself And knowing their gone is worse than failing at everything you do What do you do when you have a best friend Who no longer wants to live.
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Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 12:25 AM UTC
What do you do?
What do you tell someone who told you They want to die. How do you make them feel better, when all they have given you is love and hope. But you have nothing in return When you want them to stay but they trusted you enough to tell you how they feel alone, but you cant help but think “were they not happy in those memories?” “have they always felt alone?”  “can i stop it?” “For how long” “Will they actually do it?” Do you sleep after someone tells you that? What if their all you have What if their the reason you live? Then what? What do you do, when they say they love you, but mention the last time they'll ever lay eyes on you What do you do When you love someone so much you can’t even fathom not having them in your life Just to find out they want out. into a place where you aren’t there. A place where you no longer know them What do you when you love someone. And all you can do is cry for them because you know you can’t help how they feel When you want to be there for them no matter what But this time you can’t/ Because they don’t even want to be a part of life How do you tell them life is worth living but really, if it was worth it why would they feel that way to begin with. How do you tell someone you want in your life so bad,  to stay in a place that hurts. Knowing that if they ever left your side permanently you would  cry and cry and cry until oxygen was no more When you, yourself were willing to die for them. What do you do when you love someone that much When they laugh you laugh with them because it fills you When you see them, life gets better What happens when you need them more than anything What do you do when you love them more than you love yourself And knowing their gone is worse than failing at everything you do What do you do when you have a best friend Who no longer wants to live.
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You weren’t just a person; you were a feeling,
Part of every moment, every breath. Fights and laughter, just being together—
A treasure I’ll hold onto forever. You were the spring that brought me joy,
The bloom that made my life bright. I did know those days would fade,
When the time came, we had to part, leaving memories in my heart. I’ll hold you longer than I’ve known. And now time has passed, and things have changed,
But that feeling, it still remains. For your memory is my heart's true home. I can let go of them, maybe someday,
But not the feeling—not ever.
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 5:50 AM UTC
Beyond the parting..
Through whispered words and silent sighs, We built a world beneath the skies. We fought, we hurt, we drifted far, But still, you shined like a distant star. No matter the battles, no matter the pain, Your nearness was where my heart remained. In moments of silence, we found our space, In each other’s eyes, a familiar place. Though words may fail, and time may flee, Just being near you was enough for me. Now in my dreams, you softly appear, A presence that brings both joy and fear. We reach for words we can’t quite say, But your warmth stays, in every way. I carry you with me, not in regret, But in the love we shared, the things unmet. No matter the distance, no matter the years, You’ll always be close, in my heart, my fears.
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May 22, 2025
May 22, 2025 at 5:49 AM UTC
Distant star
You know I write my love songs and my poems when everything feels wrong when there's pain I feel it all it makes my skin crawl into a ball of unwritten words I must let fall onto paper So I sit here and I feel bad that every note pad isn't about you it's about him or her and love and other blurs but never about you and all your hues I want to explain why if I may You and I Red and purple passionate and secure deep and for real you have never made me feel pain never made me kneel or strain you have always been my place my home the one who will never roam I think that's beautiful but maybe I need to say it more write about you on the floor write about our love on every door but I only seem inspired to write while crying on the floor You have never left me bruised or sore never left me seeking more we are together in perfect harmony it's never a bore You and me are as Taytay said Forevermore So I write this poem to you my best friend my sister my soul mate and my favorite person I love you and I think you know every day with you to me is like dancing in the snow
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May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
The Bekah Best
The night is still young Screaming at the top of my lungs Watching you sing the lyrics of our favorite song Not a moment wasted Take it in It might be our last night out HA don’t start to pout! I’m leaving tomorrow It doesn’t matter Time is moving slow So don’t feel so shattered Everytime you miss me Visit the old birch tree The stars are always so bright My Promise to you? Strive to start a life turn it up! It’s my favorite part! “Made it out alive, but I think I lost it— Said that I was fine, I said it from the coffin!” It was our last late night drive since we were 25
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Jan 6, 2025
Jan 6, 2025 at 1:06 AM UTC
Late night drive
In the mirror through tears, i notice that i am dressed in the scars of every deep wound I played off like a paper cut, and the phone in my pocket weighs a thousand pounds from your text messages. I want to skip the ******* thing in a river. Oil and water but just as much as I know we won’t ever mix, you convince me it’s all part of the recipe. I have shrank down, cut pieces of myself like a cake and served everyone at every table a slice every time. Stuffed my baggage in the closet and let you move yours in instead. Cried like an anxious dog who’s owner wasn’t around. And we called this pain love, for 20 years. I slipped into the role, thanks to my parents. Mentally ill and emotionally unaware, It’s so easy to choose what’s easy and so hard to notice your love has gone rotten. I changed my perspective and every smooth word started to sting. I was kind as you were building up pieces of me to fuel your own fire. I understood until I couldn’t anymore, but you never would. Change your perspective with me, climb the mountain and realize the hike’s easier on the way down, i would’ve carried you all the way up if you asked me. But we sat for 20 years and heard everybody on the way back down talk about the view. I chose to sit with you instead. And when I finally took that first step up, I should’ve known it meant leaving you behind me. I am my own destiny. I am the bullet in the chamber and the consequences of the trigger pull. I am my own mind, I tended the garden of fear and worry and constant replay of mistakes and regret. I am more than who I think I should be for anyone else. 
good luck with all the **** you’ve got going on. disrespectfully yours, your ex “best friend”
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Dec 18, 2024
Dec 18, 2024 at 10:50 PM UTC
Disrespectfully yours.
In the mirror through tears, i notice that i am dressed in the scars of every deep wound I played off like a paper cut, and the phone in my pocket weighs a thousand pounds from your text messages. I want to skip the ******* thing in a river. Oil and water but just as much as I know we won’t ever mix, you convince me it’s all part of the recipe. I have shrank down, cut pieces of myself like a cake and served everyone at every table a slice every time. Stuffed my baggage in the closet and let you move yours in instead. Cried like an anxious dog who’s owner wasn’t around. And we called this pain love, for 20 years. I slipped into the role, thanks to my parents. Mentally ill and emotionally unaware, It’s so easy to choose what’s easy and so hard to notice your love has gone rotten. I changed my perspective and every smooth word started to sting. I was kind as you were building up pieces of me to fuel your own fire. I understood until I couldn’t anymore, but you never would. Change your perspective with me, climb the mountain and realize the hike’s easier on the way down, i would’ve carried you all the way up if you asked me. But we sat for 20 years and heard everybody on the way back down talk about the view. I chose to sit with you instead. And when I finally took that first step up, I should’ve known it meant leaving you behind me. I am my own destiny. I am the bullet in the chamber and the consequences of the trigger pull. I am my own mind, I tended the garden of fear and worry and constant replay of mistakes and regret. I am more than who I think I should be for anyone else. 
good luck with all the **** you’ve got going on. disrespectfully yours, your ex “best friend”
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You are my last 7 minutes. And for some who don’t understand It is the brain that portrays your best memories Most care-free moments in life When once you were unashamed of your smile The times your stress was to fly away, Your mind plays back to those times Like a record player on Rewind. So, when I say that you are my last 7 minutes I mean You are the broken record player that repeats in me And when someone wants to take that away I will stand between them and you Because you hold my most carefree moments my joyous of times my life, You are my Last 7 minutes.
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Nov 21, 2024
Nov 21, 2024 at 8:05 PM UTC
my last 7 minutes
Since we last spoke things have changed alot She's becoming more of a fighter Her strength grows wilder Her eyes get bigger Her smile wider Her hair glows brighter Her attitude is different than before Her life is too But she's brave She's got no fear She got the dream team She got everything she needs All she needs now is to see through my eyes See this poem as true So dear chloe the only one beautiful in a gown this is for you
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Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 5:43 PM UTC
Chloes song p2
Wipe those ***** on your mouth. Bitter people will always be entitled. Envy, that's what you feel right now. The worst is you keep eating it all. How fool are you? And to you my friend, You always idolise your best of friends. Aren't you worried about something you don't know? The rope you keep pulling on is the one who cut you slowly. Do you think you deserve it? Well, Indeed! You deserve what you tolerated my friend. Ohh! Look at those best of friends. The one is pulling her up while the other one is cutting her down. How shameful are they? Ahhh! I really enjoyed their fake laughs. It makes me shivered! How fool are they? © Unatnat03
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Jun 4, 2023
Jun 4, 2023 at 4:36 AM UTC
How fool are they?
How can it be that life should be so sweet What could I've done to earn this greatest gift That I should have this rarest chance to meet A soul so kind, who opens up her heart. Their arms forever opened to embrace Their words forever ready to uplift Even her home, that sanctuaried place Left open-doored to friends who go adrift. Their voice they raise to advocate for change To validate, they spread not hate, but love She lives her life without a trace of shame She must have been a gift sent from above. No words I speak nor write could manifest A friend like her; she really is the best.
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Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 3:33 PM UTC
A Shakespearian Sonnet for RF
Friendship against Night Like a candle burning bright Keeps shadows away
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Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 5:56 PM UTC
Friendship (Haiku)
friends will be quick to show you just how much they don't care when you need a hand on your shoulder or someone to have your back just watch how they quickly disappear like a mirage in the desert heat it's an illusion they're cardboard cutouts the truth is they were never really there in the first place so you can't blame them for being fake
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Jun 25, 2021
Jun 25, 2021 at 1:31 AM UTC
Fake Friends
Blackbirds backwards and your solid foil to my boiling yawn is remembered I’ll always love you my dude even though it’s mostly memory now we travelled odd eighties early nineties hinterlands full of clear stupidities and hidden immutable truths but I’ll always hold ridiculous dry heated cricket pitches, run dark *** and loose joints as what drove us “What should we do today?” “I dunno”
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Jun 18, 2021
Jun 18, 2021 at 6:09 PM UTC
My boy
I'll never forget when we were so young, you lived next door & we did everything together. I'll never forget that time I came over for your birthday party & we accidentally locked ourselves in the bathroom, crying & screaming on the floor because the handle broke off and we thought we would never be found. I'll never forget when we were sent outside of the classroom because we talked to each other too much. We sat on the side walk in silence. Staring at a crushed, sticky candy apple glowing bright artificial red in the beaming sun on the pavement leftover from last night's school carnival. I'll never forget how we could play outside A L L day long until the sun went to sleep and we smelled of freshly cut grass with wild flowers behind our ears. The way we would swing so high until the tips of our toes would touch the leaves at the top of the trees above. And we'd laugh nervously when we swung back down as our stomachs would release a kaleidoscope of butterflies. I still remember... And I still smile...
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Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 6:21 PM UTC
Childhood Best Friend
Somedays I wonder to my self if things move on some where else People come and people go but the true people stay through the cold hard snow So if you got Friends I hope they can stay with you all to the very end
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Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 9:47 AM UTC
Come and go
From the first time We fought like hell I know you'll end up Being my best friend
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Mar 5, 2021
Mar 5, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
I just know
From times when I used to see you walk past me in corridors, to all the adventures with you aboard. From the fun, we had in the hallways, to the shenanigans in the dorms. 2nd bench shallow dreaming, To the ice cream breaks under the Sun with you. From the ****** wardens to cigarette butts, we went through all, me and you. I still want to jam to those old classics with you, Hoping to see you again in your blue night suit, remembering our handprints on your wall. All those fights, all those tears accord, the period of my life I will always adore. Blessed to have found the greatest friend in you, Don’t forget our celebrations are due. And yes, I LOVE YOU TOO.
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Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 4:30 AM UTC
BFF
We sought to see the world so wide, To blaze a trail that was oh, so bright.. Our dreams bore wings so feather light, And we let them soar up the clear blue skies.. Thought paths we chose were so apart, We clutched and held all that was dear. Time that stole through the memories held, Faded  but seived all that we felt. You held my hand at time so hard, Bent double over the laughter riots we shared.. It ripped us when the other was sad, And chimed in together when absolutely mad!! A friend , A foe, my sister or soul, I know not what you mean anymore. Vow I do for what it's worth, not a day goes by, that I miss you the most.
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Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 12:34 PM UTC
Nia
hey i heard you are doing better im glad for you im not doing better it's worse im tired of drawing lines on my arm running out of time all along they told me it'd be ok well what if everyone was wrong ? do you still need me you sent me a post "send this to the person that saved your life, even if they didn't know it" im glad you're better im glad i could help but dear god i'm still falling apart
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Nov 27, 2020
Nov 27, 2020 at 11:07 PM UTC
to my best friend
We believe they are true friends until that day comes, when you really need them.
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Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 4:47 AM UTC
True Friends.