#clingy - Hello Poetry

I love too hard, cling too much, sleep too much, cry too often, laugh too loud. I'm sorry for how much I am at the core. I love too much, cling too hard, Like a flea ridden mutt, waiting at your door.

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1d ago

Jun 2, 2026 at 9:05 AM UTC

littlemissanonymous

Too Much

I love too hard, cling too much, sleep too much, cry too often, laugh too loud. I'm sorry for how much I am at the core. I love too much, cling too hard, Like a flea ridden mutt, waiting at your door.

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I give myself to people I do things for them to show I care But I wasn't always this way I used to use touch to show I care A simple hug An arm around shoulders My hand to hold But i've come to realize NO ONE LIKES A CLINGY PERSON No one likes a Pavlov dog No one likes a tabby cat No one likes a dependent child So I changed myslef I "adapted" I'm always "adapting" In truth, I miss it I miss being able to hold Someones hand when I'm lonely I miss being able to lay My head on someones shoulder I miss it all, everything Every last bit

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Dec 9, 2025

Dec 9, 2025 at 8:33 AM UTC

the_muse

Giver

I give myself to people I do things for them to show I care But I wasn't always this way I used to use touch to show I care A simple hug An arm around shoulders My hand to hold But i've come to realize NO ONE LIKES A CLINGY PERSON No one likes a Pavlov dog No one likes a tabby cat No one likes a dependent child So I changed myslef I "adapted" I'm always "adapting" In truth, I miss it I miss being able to hold Someones hand when I'm lonely I miss being able to lay My head on someones shoulder I miss it all, everything Every last bit

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Sometimes I feel like a koala with a heartbeat too loud for its small body— clinging not because I’m weak, but because the world trembles beneath me in ways I never learned to stand against alone. I hold on the way koalas do, with quiet desperation wrapped in something gentle, something that looks like tenderness but is really the fear of losing the one branch that feels like safety. There’s a softness in me that aches— a longing to anchor my storms against someone steady. And when I cling, it’s because you feel like warmth in a cold forest, like the one place I don’t have to pretend I’m not terrified of falling. So yes, I’m clingy— but only the way a koala is: arms around what matters, eyes closed, trusting that I won’t be shaken loose. It’s not neediness. It’s hope— raw and trembling, holding on.

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Nov 16, 2025

Nov 16, 2025 at 9:12 PM UTC

giarose

Koala

Sometimes I feel like a koala with a heartbeat too loud for its small body— clinging not because I’m weak, but because the world trembles beneath me in ways I never learned to stand against alone. I hold on the way koalas do, with quiet desperation wrapped in something gentle, something that looks like tenderness but is really the fear of losing the one branch that feels like safety. There’s a softness in me that aches— a longing to anchor my storms against someone steady. And when I cling, it’s because you feel like warmth in a cold forest, like the one place I don’t have to pretend I’m not terrified of falling. So yes, I’m clingy— but only the way a koala is: arms around what matters, eyes closed, trusting that I won’t be shaken loose. It’s not neediness. It’s hope— raw and trembling, holding on.

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I am not a good person Because I want you all to myself Because I want you to look at me And only me I want to know all of your thoughts Tell me all your secrets and feelings Tell me all of your background and beliefs I want you More than anything else in the world More than my own selfish needs More than life itself But I am not a good person Because I would suffocate you, choke you With my undying love With my endless endearment With all of my existence I am not a good person Because I would not care what is right or wrong I would not care about forgiveness or judgement Or what is logical or reasonable or wise A good person would care more A good person would have morals A good person would love properly But all I would care about is What I would fight and obsess and crave for What I would sacrifice and suffer and change for How far I would go for How depraved and jealous Greedy and violent Clingy and shameless I would be For my good person

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Oct 15, 2025

Oct 15, 2025 at 9:01 AM UTC

LanceRemir

A Good Person

I am not a good person Because I want you all to myself Because I want you to look at me And only me I want to know all of your thoughts Tell me all your secrets and feelings Tell me all of your background and beliefs I want you More than anything else in the world More than my own selfish needs More than life itself But I am not a good person Because I would suffocate you, choke you With my undying love With my endless endearment With all of my existence I am not a good person Because I would not care what is right or wrong I would not care about forgiveness or judgement Or what is logical or reasonable or wise A good person would care more A good person would have morals A good person would love properly But all I would care about is What I would fight and obsess and crave for What I would sacrifice and suffer and change for How far I would go for How depraved and jealous Greedy and violent Clingy and shameless I would be For my good person

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I hate being clingy but can't help it. I miss you, I've been thinking about you, about us. I miss the days we talked everyday, all night. And I don't mind the red flags you possess, because I only think about positive about you and obsess. Even though we never dated, I still am clingy and annoying over you. I'm sorry.

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Jan 6, 2025

Jan 6, 2025 at 6:21 PM UTC

ksenijaicc

Clinginess

I hate being clingy but can't help it. I miss you, I've been thinking about you, about us. I miss the days we talked everyday, all night. And I don't mind the red flags you possess, because I only think about positive about you and obsess. Even though we never dated, I still am clingy and annoying over you. I'm sorry.

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i’m sorry that i miss you when i don’t talk to you for a while i’m clingy i know but if you knew what **** i’ve been through you’d be clingy too

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Sep 11, 2023

Sep 11, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC

epiphanyonhigh

cling wrap

i’m sorry that i miss you when i don’t talk to you for a while i’m clingy i know but if you knew what **** i’ve been through you’d be clingy too

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I’m not looking for perfection I’m not looking for a distraction But you’re my intervention I’m not really sweet I don’t want to get in a relationship But you made me I’m sorry that i’m distant That i’m not clingy But i’m distracting myself to think

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Feb 12, 2020

Feb 12, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC

kylie-10

But

I’m not looking for perfection I’m not looking for a distraction But you’re my intervention I’m not really sweet I don’t want to get in a relationship But you made me I’m sorry that i’m distant That i’m not clingy But i’m distracting myself to think

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For you, my love is as endless as the deepest blue shrouded in mystery, exploding with a force strong enough: To shatter steel To erode stone To birth life. My love, softer than the rays of sunlight fluttering as orange specks underneath your eyelids kissing your pupils with their delicate touch Embracing the liquid of your orbs with a citrusy warmth Showering you with the joy Of a thousand torn dandelions Smiling down at you In the distance Distance. A funny concept. A million loving words spoken back and forth, a thousand steps taken towards the same direction A billion I love yous Over and over again. Yet, we are still distant. Still distant, because my love is an ever consuming bonfire Where close could never be close enough. Where I can wrap you in my flames lure you in with my warmth provide you with a hearth for as long as you want. Or as long as you can stand. Until your skin burns And my love scathes With the rage of a million rays of sunlight.

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Jul 11, 2019

Jul 11, 2019 at 7:37 PM UTC

amyyluv

For You

For you, my love is as endless as the deepest blue shrouded in mystery, exploding with a force strong enough: To shatter steel To erode stone To birth life. My love, softer than the rays of sunlight fluttering as orange specks underneath your eyelids kissing your pupils with their delicate touch Embracing the liquid of your orbs with a citrusy warmth Showering you with the joy Of a thousand torn dandelions Smiling down at you In the distance Distance. A funny concept. A million loving words spoken back and forth, a thousand steps taken towards the same direction A billion I love yous Over and over again. Yet, we are still distant. Still distant, because my love is an ever consuming bonfire Where close could never be close enough. Where I can wrap you in my flames lure you in with my warmth provide you with a hearth for as long as you want. Or as long as you can stand. Until your skin burns And my love scathes With the rage of a million rays of sunlight.

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An itch in my heart I'd like to scratch but no one to rub feelings with

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Jun 20, 2019

Jun 20, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC

justynhh

An itch

An itch in my heart I'd like to scratch but no one to rub feelings with

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i’m a flytrap in Saran Wrap Definition clingy shouldn’t be satisfied to be qualified as the gum that’s stuck to your shoe This anxiety could be all from nowhere It might not be real But honestly and actually it’s just how i feel

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Apr 22, 2019

Apr 22, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC

z54

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i’m a flytrap in Saran Wrap Definition clingy shouldn’t be satisfied to be qualified as the gum that’s stuck to your shoe This anxiety could be all from nowhere It might not be real But honestly and actually it’s just how i feel

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And so, how are we to move on from a love we desperately hold on to?

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Apr 8, 2019

Apr 8, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC

acina-joy

Persistent

And so, how are we to move on from a love we desperately hold on to?

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You are my life support. And I am plagued by the past. Call me beautiful like it's the only thing Keeping me breathing. Kiss me like you mean it, Your love is my medicine. You are my life support. Be forever bound to me.

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Apr 1, 2019

Apr 1, 2019 at 5:46 PM UTC

roppongidreams

Life Support

You are my life support. And I am plagued by the past. Call me beautiful like it's the only thing Keeping me breathing. Kiss me like you mean it, Your love is my medicine. You are my life support. Be forever bound to me.

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Stop! Please! End this suffering You won't stop The buzz buzz of the phone The words, one after another Begging me to stay When I've told you Go. Away. I can't take this anymore I'm not your doctor Or your ***** So please see what I say I'll say it once more "Please stay away!"

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Feb 26, 2019

Feb 26, 2019 at 12:37 AM UTC

CorduroyLee

Please Stop

Stop! Please! End this suffering You won't stop The buzz buzz of the phone The words, one after another Begging me to stay When I've told you Go. Away. I can't take this anymore I'm not your doctor Or your ***** So please see what I say I'll say it once more "Please stay away!"

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I have been single for a long time, I know how it feels, soft, warm, comfort. I am allowed to speak my mind, do what I want, hurt feelings, Mend others. I knew just what to do, and all my limits. When I met you, I didn't know what to think, Body to big for your age, I thought you were older, though you were mature, You are funny, charming, and handsome in your own way. 'You have my humor' I thought with amazement, I never knew that someone could be so much like me. In an unfamiliar world, I thought you could pave the way. With the warmth that burns to the touch. We found each other together through peer pressure, It was enough of a push, and through our honeymoon phase, I was happy... But then the pushing kept coming, they kept pushing, keep pushing, "Kiss him" "Love him" "Want him" These thoughts, these feelings, they aren't my own. These thoughts, these wants, there's someone else's. Its too suffocating, these efforts, being single made me forget how to try. Your feelings, these kiss's, your efforts, I don't want them. I don't need them, they are too 'Suffocating. I'm trying to pave the way to my future, all while taking a tiny glimpse of the past. I want to try, but it's all moving too fast. You say you are depressed, so desperate to love, so desperate to be loved. But maybe I just can't give you that love. Do you even know what 'love' means? I'm away for a week, for my birthday, but you just can't take it, Everyday 'I'm depressed because you weren't here' and everyday 'U wanna break my heart or something?' But then the pushing kept coming, they kept pushing, keep pushing, "Kiss him" "Love him" "Want him" These thoughts, these feelings, they aren't my own. These thoughts, these wants, there's someone else's. I wanna enjoy myself, I'm the type of person that can. You don't want to enjoy yourself, you're the type of person that can't. This is just so suffocating, your presence is suffocating.

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Feb 18, 2019

Feb 18, 2019 at 12:45 PM UTC

Yuno-Nightgale

Suffocating

I have been single for a long time, I know how it feels, soft, warm, comfort. I am allowed to speak my mind, do what I want, hurt feelings, Mend others. I knew just what to do, and all my limits. When I met you, I didn't know what to think, Body to big for your age, I thought you were older, though you were mature, You are funny, charming, and handsome in your own way. 'You have my humor' I thought with amazement, I never knew that someone could be so much like me. In an unfamiliar world, I thought you could pave the way. With the warmth that burns to the touch. We found each other together through peer pressure, It was enough of a push, and through our honeymoon phase, I was happy... But then the pushing kept coming, they kept pushing, keep pushing, "Kiss him" "Love him" "Want him" These thoughts, these feelings, they aren't my own. These thoughts, these wants, there's someone else's. Its too suffocating, these efforts, being single made me forget how to try. Your feelings, these kiss's, your efforts, I don't want them. I don't need them, they are too 'Suffocating. I'm trying to pave the way to my future, all while taking a tiny glimpse of the past. I want to try, but it's all moving too fast. You say you are depressed, so desperate to love, so desperate to be loved. But maybe I just can't give you that love. Do you even know what 'love' means? I'm away for a week, for my birthday, but you just can't take it, Everyday 'I'm depressed because you weren't here' and everyday 'U wanna break my heart or something?' But then the pushing kept coming, they kept pushing, keep pushing, "Kiss him" "Love him" "Want him" These thoughts, these feelings, they aren't my own. These thoughts, these wants, there's someone else's. I wanna enjoy myself, I'm the type of person that can. You don't want to enjoy yourself, you're the type of person that can't. This is just so suffocating, your presence is suffocating.

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Walking Running sun down...Yes I'm Pursuing Turn around Lock Eyes...I knew it Drag me by my soul...Whisper in my ear Tell me what's real

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC

shamori

Hi 3

Walking Running sun down...Yes I'm Pursuing Turn around Lock Eyes...I knew it Drag me by my soul...Whisper in my ear Tell me what's real

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I have something to tell you but I don’t think it’s important to you What is it? I’m thinking of leaving this place. Why wouldn’t that be important news to me? I don’t think you want me here much longer. I don’t. But who else will I take from? So you need me? Yes. Thank you.

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Jan 6, 2019

Jan 6, 2019 at 10:50 PM UTC

shamori

Self Reflection

I have something to tell you but I don’t think it’s important to you What is it? I’m thinking of leaving this place. Why wouldn’t that be important news to me? I don’t think you want me here much longer. I don’t. But who else will I take from? So you need me? Yes. Thank you.

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The stickiness of the gel That never leaves your fingers The smell that forever lingers The distaste that stays at the back of your mouth. It could be annoying to have But inevitable to give.

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Jan 4, 2019

Jan 4, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC

Habibti

Gel

The stickiness of the gel That never leaves your fingers The smell that forever lingers The distaste that stays at the back of your mouth. It could be annoying to have But inevitable to give.

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It's not like we're dating And our relationship is just mutual and platonic, So why do you affect my mood so much? You determine if I feel social enough to talk to everyone else If I feel confident and joyful You determine if I feel silly and all giggly If I feel careless and depressed You determine it all because I'm so clingy and attached to you But why?

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 7:23 PM UTC

coop_makayla

Determining Factor

It's not like we're dating And our relationship is just mutual and platonic, So why do you affect my mood so much? You determine if I feel social enough to talk to everyone else If I feel confident and joyful You determine if I feel silly and all giggly If I feel careless and depressed You determine it all because I'm so clingy and attached to you But why?

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One step out of my comfort zone But a step into making our bond stronger Give me an inch yet I take a mile I stay alert and cautious But my walls fall and I become too clingy You leave and I don't know what to do with myself Bored and sad I wait patiently for you Struggling to resist the urge to blow your phone up with messages So I refuse to talk to anyone else Until I hear from you first I sit here now sad and depressed Over something so stupid All because I'm too clingy

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Nov 5, 2018

Nov 5, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC

coop_makayla

Clingy

One step out of my comfort zone But a step into making our bond stronger Give me an inch yet I take a mile I stay alert and cautious But my walls fall and I become too clingy You leave and I don't know what to do with myself Bored and sad I wait patiently for you Struggling to resist the urge to blow your phone up with messages So I refuse to talk to anyone else Until I hear from you first I sit here now sad and depressed Over something so stupid All because I'm too clingy

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Cling tight, fear of falling, fear of flying, fear of being, and fear of leaving. I cant stay without wanting to leave and I cant leave without wanting to stay. You hold me and I push. You push and I cling. Always wanting what I cant have. Life calling for me and me clawing at it in response.

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Oct 27, 2018

Oct 27, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC

Nanie7531

In My Head

Cling tight, fear of falling, fear of flying, fear of being, and fear of leaving. I cant stay without wanting to leave and I cant leave without wanting to stay. You hold me and I push. You push and I cling. Always wanting what I cant have. Life calling for me and me clawing at it in response.

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Duct tape... My heart is like Duct tape My love may seem Feeble Minuscule And very unnecessary I am a tool That seems to have no use Till you need me Then I become an adhesive I can hold you together Spiritually, mentally, emotionally And if you’re lucky... Physically But then... You will complain... I don’t match your swag I’m worse than a Band aid My grey color bores you Now you’ve ripped me from you... Duct tape... As strong as I’ve been Holding onto you... Is as strong I’ll be Once you remove me from you... And I will NEVER hold onto you Again So every time you fall apart Spiritually, mentally, emotionally And if you were lucky Physically You will want my adhesive to return But it won’t... I won’t I never return I am nothing more than duct tape Feeble Minuscule And unnecessary Till you see my love Holding onto someone else

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Aug 7, 2018

Aug 7, 2018 at 9:05 AM UTC

primapoetess

Duct Tape

Duct tape... My heart is like Duct tape My love may seem Feeble Minuscule And very unnecessary I am a tool That seems to have no use Till you need me Then I become an adhesive I can hold you together Spiritually, mentally, emotionally And if you’re lucky... Physically But then... You will complain... I don’t match your swag I’m worse than a Band aid My grey color bores you Now you’ve ripped me from you... Duct tape... As strong as I’ve been Holding onto you... Is as strong I’ll be Once you remove me from you... And I will NEVER hold onto you Again So every time you fall apart Spiritually, mentally, emotionally And if you were lucky Physically You will want my adhesive to return But it won’t... I won’t I never return I am nothing more than duct tape Feeble Minuscule And unnecessary Till you see my love Holding onto someone else

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there’s no such thing as a perfect timing; it’s just timing. we say perfect when it only favors the way we see things and not how life sees it. we have to understand that apart from the joy life brings, sometimes timing includes pain, suffering, regret, and anxiety and it’s okay. it’s time for you to feel that way. my dear, we’re stronger.

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Jul 23, 2018

Jul 23, 2018 at 6:58 AM UTC

japheth

timing

there’s no such thing as a perfect timing; it’s just timing. we say perfect when it only favors the way we see things and not how life sees it. we have to understand that apart from the joy life brings, sometimes timing includes pain, suffering, regret, and anxiety and it’s okay. it’s time for you to feel that way. my dear, we’re stronger.

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