#imissus
I wish you could see me
the way you used to,
back when your eyes softened
just by looking at me,
when your hands found mine
without hesitation,
when I was everything
you ever wanted.
You used to hold me
like I mattered,
like losing me
wasn’t even a possibility.
Now I look at you
and I don’t recognise
who you’ve become.
Cold in ways
I never knew you could be,
distant in ways
I can’t seem to reach,
like the person I loved
has been replaced
by someone
who doesn’t love me at all.
And maybe the truth is
I don’t recognise myself either,
not without you.
Maybe that’s why I stay,
why I keep holding on
even when it hurts,
because I don’t know
who I am
if I let you go.
I feel alone,
even when you’re right here,
like I’m grieving something
that hasn’t fully gone yet.
I don’t know what’s worse,
you leaving
or you staying
like this.
Why can’t you see me?
See how much I want you,
how much I’m trying
to keep this alive
with nothing left
to hold onto.
I want us back,
the laughter,
the warmth,
the way love felt easy
instead of something
I have to beg for.
I want you
to fall in love with me again,
to choose me
the way you used to.
But wanting it
doesn’t make it real.
And still,
some part of me whispers
the same quiet plea
I can’t seem to let go of—
please,
come back to me.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 10:11 PM UTC
You know I used to write poetry about how the sun glowed a pon your hair, about strangers you fall in love with, about the prettiest boy in class, about how unfortunately irregardless of our actions the time will pass. I had a little crush on you. You definitely knew but I pretended that you didn't so I could keep my hopes up about you. About us someday hiking up a trail, waking up in the same bed, You picking up our mail, You picking up the kids, Us painting our home’s walls. I used to have a crush on you but the kind that in love falls , the kind that always calls with good and bad news, the kind you can't forget even if somebody else you try and choose. I had a crush on you, If had was present tense because honestly i know that i haven't liked anybody else since, since we were last together and you stood next to me and told me i looked pretty, the type of warmth even you couldn't understand, my diary consists of poetry that immortalizes You in every line.
Apr 25, 2025
Apr 25, 2025 at 10:15 PM UTC
I close My eyes,
I See You,
I open My eyes,
And Your Gone.
Memories with You are not Few,
With every Memory a feeling of
Acceptance was Born.
Moments with You,
That’s what I Miss,
You in My Arms,
That’s what I Wish.
I want to see You Smile,
So Your number I won’t Dial.
Hence I’ll go Away,
To keep You happy,
That’s the Only Way.
Then I ask Myself,
‘Who will be my secret keeper?’
In the ocean of My thoughts
I dive Deeper.
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 5:21 AM UTC
every time i glance
out of my 4th story bedroom window
i see you
in the cigarette burn
that stains my window screen
tainted with the distant memories
of you
May 19, 2014
May 19, 2014 at 9:48 PM UTC