#imiss - Hello Poetry

i asked you to love me in pieces, not all at once. i’m not really significant to you unless we’re alone, so i asked you to do something—for me, really for us—but truly for me. i asked for mindless intimacy. the intimacy where you grab my hand almost instinctually during a conversation im not part of. when you play with my hair during a game that requires only one hand and nearly your entire focus. when we’re laughing with friends and your eyes focus on mine for longer than normal. to be noticed, to be acknowledged without much thought yet full intentionality. as if loving me doesn’t require much more than a pinky promise. i asked for this so that i could be reminded that you think of me even when it’s not just us. a reminder that you have peripheral vision for those you love. that change hardly came. loving me and all my pinky promises took more out of you than you could even bother to describe. i make you sound like a villain so that i can hope to understand my feelings better. i was too anxious and i asked for too much. this isn’t pity, this is me trying to validate all the reasons why we didn’t work. loving me in halves and wholes was too much to ask for even though love isn’t an outfit you put on when you feel like it. love isn’t water you die without. love is to care for and cherish, it gives and it takes. how much more begging was required to receive love that came in quarters, halves, and wholes and not wholes and nothings?

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Sep 2, 2025

Sep 2, 2025 at 1:10 AM UTC

snuft

halves and wholes

i asked you to love me in pieces, not all at once. i’m not really significant to you unless we’re alone, so i asked you to do something—for me, really for us—but truly for me. i asked for mindless intimacy. the intimacy where you grab my hand almost instinctually during a conversation im not part of. when you play with my hair during a game that requires only one hand and nearly your entire focus. when we’re laughing with friends and your eyes focus on mine for longer than normal. to be noticed, to be acknowledged without much thought yet full intentionality. as if loving me doesn’t require much more than a pinky promise. i asked for this so that i could be reminded that you think of me even when it’s not just us. a reminder that you have peripheral vision for those you love. that change hardly came. loving me and all my pinky promises took more out of you than you could even bother to describe. i make you sound like a villain so that i can hope to understand my feelings better. i was too anxious and i asked for too much. this isn’t pity, this is me trying to validate all the reasons why we didn’t work. loving me in halves and wholes was too much to ask for even though love isn’t an outfit you put on when you feel like it. love isn’t water you die without. love is to care for and cherish, it gives and it takes. how much more begging was required to receive love that came in quarters, halves, and wholes and not wholes and nothings?

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It's not bright like other days Stormy afternoons are strange but tranquil It feels like I have landed in some other century I feel calm...my pain goes away The music hits different As I sit in dark...writing There is something about them...I never undersand I feel nostalgic...and I kinda love feeling that way I miss someone really bad...I don't know it's whom? But my heart gets overwhelmed, and it's not empty anymore. Stormy afternoons are dark but most beautiful! The storm and the roaring wind turns me brand new! But I am left wishing for it to return... as the maddening sun comes out.

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Dec 14, 2020

Dec 14, 2020 at 1:48 AM UTC

Surkhab

Stormy Afternoons

It's not bright like other days Stormy afternoons are strange but tranquil It feels like I have landed in some other century I feel calm...my pain goes away The music hits different As I sit in dark...writing There is something about them...I never undersand I feel nostalgic...and I kinda love feeling that way I miss someone really bad...I don't know it's whom? But my heart gets overwhelmed, and it's not empty anymore. Stormy afternoons are dark but most beautiful! The storm and the roaring wind turns me brand new! But I am left wishing for it to return... as the maddening sun comes out.

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Apr 14, 2018

Apr 14, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC

aa-harvey

A collection of ‘Love is...’ Poetry - Sky

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I want you to know, Oh, I wish you knew, That I still miss that smile, I still miss you. I still miss your touch, I really miss your kiss. I miss your hands holding mine, And that feeling of bliss. I miss your laugh, I miss your look, I miss the drawings you did In that old beat-up sketchbook. I miss the Tuesdays, I miss the Sundays, I miss the good morning texts, Except for on Mondays. I miss the alley, And the field below. I even miss your annoying brother, And your black lab, Shadow. I miss you and, I wish you were still here. But what I miss the most is When you still held me near.

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Jul 2, 2017

Jul 2, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC

insomniatrical

I Miss You In Couplets

I want you to know, Oh, I wish you knew, That I still miss that smile, I still miss you. I still miss your touch, I really miss your kiss. I miss your hands holding mine, And that feeling of bliss. I miss your laugh, I miss your look, I miss the drawings you did In that old beat-up sketchbook. I miss the Tuesdays, I miss the Sundays, I miss the good morning texts, Except for on Mondays. I miss the alley, And the field below. I even miss your annoying brother, And your black lab, Shadow. I miss you and, I wish you were still here. But what I miss the most is When you still held me near.

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i miss how you would tell a joke and look at me as if i'm the one who gets to decide if its funny or not i miss how you would secretly hold my hand in public and act like nothing's going on i miss how you would do silly things just because i'm not in a good mood and you want to see me smile i miss how you would sing to me and look at me straight in the eye and make me feel like i'm the only person inside the room i miss the times when, we'll both stay up all night and just talk to each other i miss everything we do together and most importantly, i miss you.

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Jul 18, 2015

Jul 18, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC

karen-nicole

i miss

i miss how you would tell a joke and look at me as if i'm the one who gets to decide if its funny or not i miss how you would secretly hold my hand in public and act like nothing's going on i miss how you would do silly things just because i'm not in a good mood and you want to see me smile i miss how you would sing to me and look at me straight in the eye and make me feel like i'm the only person inside the room i miss the times when, we'll both stay up all night and just talk to each other i miss everything we do together and most importantly, i miss you.

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