#lingeringlove
i’m yours.
that’s the saddest part—
belonging without being chosen.
i look for comfort
where the hurt was born,
like returning to a house
that no longer knows my name.
you were my home.
now i knock,
and wait,
and wonder when love
started needing permission.
i don’t ask for love anymore.
i ask for space
that doesn’t feel like abandonment.
still, i stay—
not because it’s safe,
but because leaving hurts
in a way i already understand.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Missing names in my letterbox— but mostly yours.
And I have no right to claim it, no reason to expect
your name to arrive again.
I try to write it out— all that it was between us.
A love so bizarre, so hard to define, yet somehow…
_energizing._ But I want to cut the ties my eyes have
to their tiredness— but I’m still oddly entangled
in the thought of falling asleep to the memory of you.
_Tired! Tired!_
But no rest compares to you, or the rest I see.
And maybe—
just maybe— the measure I hold love to now
is too tight, too closed, to give anything new
even a chance.
Jun 21, 2025
Jun 21, 2025 at 2:48 PM UTC
What is a love turned into ashes –
Burnt by the flames of forgotten passions
Actions are so passive;
Our stories still left written out
In captions
My feelings for you are still massive,
Despite being inactive –
So when my lips spell out your name,
I start to fall in love, tasting that old
Bittersweet magic
And it’s truly so wicked, tragic
By feeling so fickle now –
But I happily accept all
That happened…
Jun 12, 2025
Jun 12, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC