#lovedandlost
If I knew one day I'd be cursing
your name
I'd never have let it
taste so sweet in my mouth.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
She could've stayed, and I would've loved her for a lifetime.
She could've let herself be loved, and I would've shown her what that means.
She could've let herself wake beside me on Sundays, and I would've kept making her pancakes.
She could've let herself believe she was enough, and I would've reminded her, every day, that she was.
She could've let herself be my Jessica Rabbit, and I would've made her laugh like Roger every day.
She could’ve let herself slow dance with me in the bedroom, and I would’ve held her through every quiet night.
She could've stayed, and I would’ve kept planning picnic dates.
She could've stayed, and I would've written her poems until my hands gave out.
She could've stayed, and I would've loved her, even when she couldn't love herself.
She could've stayed, and I would've made every birthday feel like magic.
She could've stayed, but she didn't. Now all my "would've's are just echoes in the hallway she left me in
She could've stayed....
Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 7:07 AM UTC
If only I had loved you less,
I would have talked about you more.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
The steps I take away from you seem deeper than the shallow ones towards you.
I’ve almost lost my senses as I resided beside you, becoming one with the chair
Controlled and made to feel a certain type of way only to be neglected whenever my use was no longer needed
Disposable
I was always disposable
And what does that say of the way I love?
That it is not an ocean that hugs its shores, but one that chews and spits out remnants
I can’t seem to recall the memories of when I was anything, but broken
I have melded into the shards and at time’s, when I move, they stab and wound me from inside out.
My skin has been marked by red patches and in some artistic, poetic way, you may say that these patches are the marks of a warrior, but I say they’re marks of a fighter who longer has enough fight in her
If I decide to give up, would they all yell out in objection,
Or help me get there faster?
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 6:21 PM UTC
Weeping o'er the dark
Black oceans caress the pain,
of a loved one lost
Jan 5, 2017
Jan 5, 2017 at 1:16 PM UTC
I often wonder if I would ever run into you.
If I do, how would it play out?
So, I imagine a scenario where Iam shopping at a supermarket, walking down the aisle, pushing my cart,
looking for some mundane little thing and there you will be,
next to the cereal aisle, holding your favorite brand of cereal.
What would we do?
Will one of us lean in for a hug,
smile awkwardly at each other or
behave like strangers?
Would we exchange numbers,
With a promise to catch up soon or do
the most natural thing in the world-
go to the nearest cafe or pub and
have coffee or a drink or two together.
Share our stories, wish each other well and part as friends.
I hope that's what we'd do.
I would love to walk down that aisle with you.
I look for you in every supermarket in the world, I step into.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
He was the castaway thrown ashore, hurt and injured,
She was the island that nurtured him till he was cured,
He signaled an approaching ship to take him away,
While she waited for the waves to bring someone who'd, for once, stay.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 1:11 PM UTC
It's 11:56 and I should be asleep
But my mind is wandering
in a far away place
Past memories of my late grandmother
in her final days...
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC