#bittersweettruths
I smile at my reflection, and feel so lonely—
summer lingers in the shape of a kiss;
yet insecurities spring up in the raindrops
of my tears. They storm the fragile corners
of my heart, where she once found the cracks
and called them rooms.
Know what we are given can never be repaid,
still we chase the interests of love— a debt we
keep trying to make good. Sometimes we reach
for forbidden fruit, taking more than a bite,
and find the pruning knife was ours all along.
Not everything that’s fruitful is fated to ripen.
Perhaps that’s this smile—_a purpose fulfilled,_
in the feast that ended too soon.
I only hope she doesn’t bite more than she can
bear to swallow; or bites through her own jaw
just to chew; biting herself apart just to taste what’s
gone... as most will bite the mouth that once kissed
them full.
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 2:32 PM UTC
You asked me, “Do you love me?”
I said, “I do — but not like that.”
Not as a lover,
but as a friend I always care for.
You got quiet.
Took your heart and left our town
to feel nothing at all.
Three years passed.
No calls, just old photos
of what used to be.
I miss the bond we had.
But some stories end
so we can grow on our own.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 9:37 AM UTC