#lovetriangle
—Delivered by Inkwept, God of Endings
Beloved congregants of breath and bone,
gather not in pews but in measures—
for tonight I speak in time signatures,
and love has misplaced the downbeat.
I did not fall in love like mortals do.
I descend into it
the way a symphony slips from major to minor
without warning,
the way a choir realizes too late
it has been singing in parallel keys.
You love me.
This is not conjecture.
This is not ego.
This is written in the vibrato of your voice
when you say my name like a sustained note—
held,
careful not to resolve.
But there is another harmony.
Another voice enters the arrangement
not as dissonance,
but as counterpoint—
beautiful, correct,
devastating in its accuracy.
And so I am a god trapped in 7/8,
always one beat short of arrival,
always rushing toward a chorus
that never belongs to me alone.
Do you know what it is like
to be worshipped
and still be unwanted?
To be chosen in theory
but not in practice?
I watch you love me
the way mortals love comets—
with awe, with terror,
with the understanding that
you will not follow me into the dark.
I am endings incarnate,
and you are in love with beginnings.
You hold me like a bridge—
necessary,
but never the destination.
I try to translate myself
into softer genres.
I try to mute the distortion,
to unlearn the scream,
to rest in acoustic honesty.
But love does not equalize evenly.
Every time you lean into me,
I feel the other presence
like a ghost note—
not heard,
but felt
between the ribs of the song.
And still—
I want you.
Not to possess.
Not to win.
But to be chosen
without footnotes.
Instead, I become the echo—
the harmony you miss
only after the chorus has passed.
This is the cruelty of loving as a god:
I see every possible ending,
and I still reach for the one
that breaks me.
I do not curse you.
I do not absolve myself.
I simply testify.
Love does not fail here—
it overflows.
And I am left standing
between two hearts
like a conductor
lowering his hands
while the orchestra keeps playing
without him.
Go.
Sing the song you choose.
I will remain here—
counting time,
naming silence,
loving you in a key
that is never meant to resolve.
Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 8:01 AM UTC
Clever mind, Brave soul
Big dreams, keeping it cool
Heard a lot to be honest
Every time I grew more impressed
Left me, then I left you.. what a deep cut
I cut you off when I got scared of the breakup
Looking back we weren’t nice
But we didn’t care, and I payed the price
Meeting you isn’t what I regret
I fight to not stalk you on the net
You contacted me to reconnect
That’s when I wished we only met
in our 20’s but we couldn’t bet
6 years later still under effect
I swear though I’m not that upset
For you I got a lot of respect
You had me down like nobody did
You can’t do it twice, God forbid!
Have no idea which one I was
Though, so sure I’m not Betty cause
the shame to be Augustine has grew some claws
My heart’s bleeding drowned the Gauze
You were 17 and played ur games
But you are what you did, Mr James
Trying so hard to not be less
Caught at your lowest you became An_ass
--HexaWhirl</3
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 6:12 PM UTC
I don't have long
Trying to win your love
She wants you more
You want me to my core
I know you do
A triangle of mess
The passion in your pools
Make me a fool
A smile that could be wicked
It tears my calmness to shreds
When I see the glint in your eye
The hint in the arch of your brow
Needing those full lips on mine
And they will belong to me
Please give them to me
I am your Aphrodite
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 12:13 AM UTC
i stand in the silence between what’s said,
a love that lingers, a love that bled.
one promises, soft as a lie
the other burns with a question in its eye.
one says "forever" but i feel the weight.
the other stays quiet, afraid of fate.
one is fire, bright and untamed
the other’s a shadow, untouchable, unnamed.
both make me feel like i’m meant to choose
but neither tells me which one to lose.
i’m caught in the space where i can’t decide,
between the love that’s loud and the one that hides.
one pulls me close but leaves me cold,
the other stays afar but wants to hold.
and i wonder if i’ll ever know
which love will break me and which one will let me grow.
Apr 1, 2025
Apr 1, 2025 at 11:44 AM UTC
I see you in the quiet hours,
In dreams that speak of endless power.
A love unbound by time or place,
Written in stars, etched in grace.
We are meant to grow together,
Roots entwined, despite the weather.
Not torn apart by winds of doubt,
But nourished by the love we sprout.
This time apart has fanned the flame,
A fire that burns stronger, completely untamed.
Distance can’t dim what’s meant to be,
It only sharpens the pull of destiny.
I know the weight you carry inside,
The battles you face, the tears you hide.
Depression whispers lies in your ear,
Telling you love is something to fear.
You leave our connection, return to her;
Caught in a cycle of what feels safer.
But I know this is self-sabotage’s call,
Because what we have feels too strong, too raw.
The unknown is scary—I understand too,
For I’ve also feared what’s too good, too true.
Your choice to leave was meant to ignite
growth in us both; a guiding light.
We were meant to heal and grow apart,
So we could come back stronger in heart.
I see the work you’ve done to reflect,
To grow, to change, to self-correct.
Be proud of all the steps you’ve made,
For each one brings light to the path you’ve laid.
No one is perfect—I’ll never judge
Your thoughts, your choices, your hesitant nudge.
To me, you are perfect the way you are,
A soul aligned with mine; a guiding star.
All I want is to help you achieve
the fullest potential I know you’ll receive.
Divine timing whispers, "Wait, be still"
;
The universe aligns when we let go of will.
Each worry dissolves in the present’s embrace;
A sacred pause, a slower pace.
You are my mirror, reflecting truth;
A bond that deepens and uncovers youth.
Every moment apart, a lesson learned;
Every tear shed, a fire that burned.
I no longer beg the stars to align.
I trust the rhythm, the grand design.
Our paths converge when hearts are clear;
Love flows freely when freed from fear.
So I release the weight of the need to control.
I trust the universe to make us whole.
In divine timing, we will reunite;
Our souls forever drawn to the light.
For we are meant, I know it’s true;
To find each other, to start anew.
Hand in hand, through joy and strife;
Growing together, a soulmate life.
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 5:08 PM UTC
I heal so slowly without your touch,
Though I try not to need you so much.
You’re a forest fire; I’m just the spark,
Burning alone in this endless dark.
Each thought of you ignites the flame,
A warmth I crave, though it’s never the same.
Without your presence, I feel incomplete,
A flicker of hope where shadows meet.
I’ll admit it—I’m still codependent,
But you’re my balance, my transcendence.
Even when you close every door,
I only seem to want you more.
Your absence echoes through my chest,
A constant ache, a restless unrest.
You’re the gravity I can’t escape,
The unseen force that gives me shape.
I cut the rope; you fell from the tower,
But I still miss you in every hour.
Even now, as I think of you with her,
The thought of you alone makes my heart stir.
I let you go to find your way,
Believing love would bring you back someday.
But I’m locked in the memory, unable to flee,
Forever lost in the dream of what we could be.
You’re the choice I’d make a thousand times,
Even knowing you may never be mine.
I walk the edge of hope and despair,
Clinging to moments when you were there.
How do I move when you’re still my air,
A part of my soul I can’t help but bear?
You say nothing, but I can read your face—
A map of longing you can’t erase.
I see the words you’re too scared to speak,
Written in silence where our eyes meet.
Even as you walk a path I can’t follow,
Your heart’s compass points to love you swallow.
You’re not here, and it doesn’t feel right,
Like a song without rhythm, a starless night.
Say the words, and I’d be yours right now,
Even as she wears your love somehow.
Her touch may linger, but it’s not the same—
She holds the title, but I hold the flame.
I wonder if she sees the man I knew,
Or if the real you is hiding, too.
I dream of a love that time won’t destroy,
A bond beyond reason, untouched by the void.
I told you things I’ve told no one else,
Now they’re locked away on my own shelf.
If you called, I’d break every vow—
This fire burns quietly, but it burns for you now.
Each secret shared was a piece of my soul;
A fragile offering to help make you whole.
Though I’m silent, the embers remain,
A love unspoken, but never tamed.
Jan 12, 2025
Jan 12, 2025 at 2:00 PM UTC
He holds my gaze with trembling hands,
A man torn by tides, shifting sands.
He says he wants me—but I know the ache,
The ghost of her still in his wake.
Her name lingers like smoke in the air,
And now his ex—her shadow is there.
Whispered confessions, a flicker of doubt,
A heart that wanders, a love stretched out.
Yet I do not judge; how could I dare?
I see the storm he’s learned to wear.
A mind that battles, a heart that’s bruised,
A tangle of love and paths confused.
I see my soul reflected in his eyes,
A twin flame’s fire, where truth and shadow lie.
I know his hunger, the ache to feel whole,
The battles within, the wars of the soul.
I understand the need, the longing for love,
The self-sabotage, the push, the shove.
For his self-doubt mirrors my own scars—
Two hearts aligned, yet torn apart by stars.
I’m hopeful for us, yet I’ll tread with care;
His patterns linger, my heart’s aware.
Yet I won’t worry, I won’t let the anxious thoughts win.
I’ll trust the journey, let the healing begin.
For love is a path both fragile and strong,
And what’s truly meant for us won’t steer us wrong.
Yet I can’t help it; my chest now tightens as I dream of us:
Will his promises hold, or crumble like dust?
Will I be the anchor, or just another shore?
Will he seek solace where he’s been before?
Still, I’ll stay and never judge, for I know his pain—
The weight of loss, the ache of shame.
I understand the wounds, the scars unspoken,
Our fragile hearts, so easily broken.
I’ll let time flow, let it all unfold,
For fate has a way of taking hold.
What’s meant to be will find its way,
Through light or shadow, come what may.
For if he can choose me, leave the past behind,
I know we’ll find peace in love redefined.
But I’ll still tread lightly, for love is a thread,
And trust is a bridge I’ll build with my dread.
Dec 29, 2024
Dec 29, 2024 at 4:12 PM UTC
I won’t reach out again—not now, not soon,
Though my heart still whispers to the silent moon.
Your voice still lingers in the corners of my mind,
But I’ve learned that love can’t outrun the unkind.
You said goodbye—so softly, yet so clear,
A dagger wrapped in words I still half-fear.
And though I’d trade the stars for one more day,
I’ll not beg a soul who chose to walk away.
Twice, you will not tell me I’m not your choice;
I won’t silence my worth to quiet your voice.
I’ll assume you’re happy; she holds your hand,
While I hold my silence, as was your command.
I miss you so much; how I wish you could see,
But I’ll carry this ache with quiet dignity.
You’ll hear no message, no pleading refrain;
The echo of absence will call out your name.
If you wish to speak, you’ll know where to find
The woman who once gave her heart and her mind.
But until you seek me, this truth will remain:
I’ll never again walk toward love through the rain.
Though you chose her, you said it was ease—
A history shared, and distance that pleased.
You spoke of your love, how real it had been,
But love that’s weighed against ‘easy’ can’t win.
I’m not a fallback, a regret to erase,
A comfort you seek when you’ve lost your place.
I’m not the safe harbor you turn to in shame,
When the love you chose no longer feels the same.
I won’t be a shadow, a thought in the haze,
A memory you chase on your loneliest days.
I understand mistakes—we all lose our way,
And maybe you’ll see it more clearly one day.
But know this: I will never be second to none;
A choice made for comfort is a love that’s undone.
If you realize the weight of what you let go,
I’ll forgive the mistake, but still, you should know:
I may understand, but I’ll never comply;
I’m no one’s ‘what if,’ no matter the why.
Dec 17, 2024
Dec 17, 2024 at 7:59 AM UTC
He chose her, not me—
the story ends where I am erased.
A triangle now a straight line,
and I’m left wandering the empty angles
of what we once were.
He deleted it all,
every thread, every laugh, every word.
The silence isn’t just loud;
it’s a void.
Now there’s no proof he actually existed,
Without proof, it’s as if I’ve been mourning a mirage,
a shadow of love that never cast light.
I saw this coming all along,
like storm clouds gathering on the horizon.
But hope is a stubborn liar;
It breathed life into dreams I should’ve buried.
And now the sting cuts twice as deep—
first for his choice,
and second for believing he might choose me.
It was foolish of me to think,
when he said, “I’ve been writing something for you,”
that it could be anything but a goodbye.
Still, my heart dared to hope—
that maybe it was love,
a promise, a beginning.
But no, it was an ending
wrapped in words that shattered me.
But what aches deeper
than his absence
is this war within.
My brain, ever the protector,
whispers: forget him, let go.
But I won’t let it win,
no matter how much it begs to shield me.
I know it’s trying to save me
from a pain too sharp to bear,
but I need to survive this
without losing the pieces of him.
Because I don’t want to forget,
not the love I have for him,
not the way he smiled,
not the way his voice felt like home.
Every detail, every fragment—
I’ll carry them all,
even if it breaks me.
The pain keeps him real,
and to lose him completely
would be worse than the ache of loving him alone.
Rereading the scraps,
the echoes of us,
I cling to them like artifacts
of a fleeting world.
They tether me to a past
that my mind tries to bury,
but my heart refuses to lose.
It’s a cruel mechanism,
this erasure of survival,
and I can’t let it win.
I want this pain to stay,
to pulse, to burn,
to be the proof that he existed
and I wasn’t just dreaming
the loss of him.
Dec 11, 2024
Dec 11, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC
He stands at the crossroads, torn in two,
Between me and time, what is he to do?
I, the spark, the chaos, the flame,
Time, the steady—unwavering, tame.
They were friends first, their bond was light,
Born of comfort, not love’s true might.
She gives him safety, a familiar embrace,
But love isn’t comfort; it’s a deeper space.
I dance in colors, bold and wild,
Time whispers softly, serene and mild.
She moves in circles, unbroken, clear,
I leap through shadows, chasing the near.
Yet I stand faithful, steady, and true,
My love is constant, my promises few.
While she plays games, fleeting and free,
Chasing thrills without loyalty.
She’ll claim she feels, she’ll whisper “it’s real,”
But her actions betray what her words conceal.
For love isn’t fleeting, it’s steady and whole,
Yet she’d share him freely, with no care for his soul.
I see her using his heart as a tool,
Playing him softly, making him a fool.
For her, it’s a game, a fleeting affair,
But for him, there’s more, though she doesn’t care.
She loves the chase, the lust, the dare,
Invites a third without a care.
Her heart’s a wanderer, unanchored, loose,
While mine is tethered with no excuse.
When I hear they’re together, my heart starts to break,
A pain so deep, it’s more than I can take.
Yet she stands there, willing to share,
As if his love is a game, not something rare.
If we’re opposites, stark as night and day,
How can his heart beat in both our sway?
Does he love her stillness, her endless grace,
Or the thrill of my ever-changing pace?
I hold his secrets, his dreams, his fears,
I would stand beside him through trial and tears.
Yet her fickle heart, unbound by shame,
Would most likely cheat and tarnish his name.
Perhaps he is both—the wild and the calm,
Drawn to our worlds like a hymn and a psalm.
Yet, in this triangle, I can’t help but see,
What he loves most may not be her or me.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 12:15 AM UTC
We could have had a world with tender hands,
A place where love and trust could stand.
Your laughter lived inside my chest,
Your voice—the song that I loved best.
But tides have turned, and we must part,
Unravel bonds that tied the heart.
To strangers now, we must return,
Though every fiber aches and burns.
Your shadow lingers in my days,
A haunting glow, a quiet blaze.
Yet strangers again we must learn to be,
Though love still whispers endlessly.
Your name—a ghost upon my tongue,
A song unsung, forever young.
The pieces of you, etched in my soul,
Remain, though I must let you go.
A cruel design—to love, then sever,
To fade to strangers, but remember forever.
Will echoes call you in the night,
To places bathed in softer light?
Where love was found, where hearts were bare,
Will you still feel me lingering there?
For love, it doesn’t simply die;
It folds itself—a breath, a sigh—
And hides in corners of the mind,
A treasure lost, but still confined.
I hoped we’d never walk this lane,
To sever ties and bear this pain.
For soulmates shouldn’t face this end,
A love so rare should never bend.
But you have chosen another path,
And left me broken in your aftermath.
I hope she gives you all you need,
A love that sets your spirit free.
But selfishly, I still believe,
It’s me who holds the key to “we.”
No matter how hard I try, I can’t let go
I wish it were me you’d choose to know.
I want your joy, I want your peace,
Yet I ache to be the one who brings you ease.
So though we’ll walk as strangers now,
And wear this fate we disavow,
Know this: no time, no fate, no fear
Can make the love I have for you disappear.
Tragically, the path we were on has reached its end,
And now will leave us strangers once again.
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 11:36 PM UTC
She was damned
Shattered and frayed, her guilt thrummed like a live wire,
just feeling it all—
the agony and the nothingness,
intertwined like roots of a twisted tree,
growing in soil laced with despair.
He was damned,
caught in the riptide of love,
clinging to the driftwood of someone else’s anguish,
his sin?
This desperate reach,
a lifeline that twisted like vines
suffocating the very breath of his own heart.
She was damned—
a jigsaw of herself,
pieces ripped from her skin,
reassembled to fit the gaps of others,
her hope—
to stand in the light
and finally feel her own shadow.
She was dangerous,
her fragments sharp,
like glass scattered on a forgotten floor,
and every hand that reached out
bore the chance
of slicing through her skin and the tether
to her still-beating heart.
He was dangerous—
each sinkhole of sadness,
his love,
an ocean that swallowed the buoyancy of laughter,
his heart bled onto them,
the crimson tide drenching those
who dared to tread too close.
She was dangerous,
those myriad pieces,
each a path to the divine or
the infernal, a kaleidoscope
of God’s dreams and the devil’s whispers,
and in her longing to be whole,
the lines blurred—
the beauty and the brutality, intertwined.
Dec 6, 2024
Dec 6, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC
I’ll take a step back, I’ll say goodbye.
I’ll put on a smile, even though all I want to do is cry.
I want you to be happy, no matter what that means.
I prioritize your happiness and well-being over my own, it seems.
But that’s what love is: being selflessly devoted.
I’ll gladly continue to sink as long as you’re the one who has floated.
After everything you’ve endured, you don’t need any more stress.
So, I can walk away—I just need to get this off my chest.
You are the most incredible person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.
That’s why I don’t give a **** that my heart is the one taking the beating.
If she is the one, your person, your soulmate,
Why was she in your life for so long before she realized? In my opinion, she’s too late.
Yeah, maybe that’s selfish thinking, to bring up our instantaneous connection.
But you’ve known her for how long, and she’s just now mentioning how she’s always craved your attention?
Maybe I’m bold, maybe I’m just insane.
But from day one of meeting you, there’s no way I could have kept that a secret; you truly consume my entire brain.
If I were her, I would’ve blurted out that I loved you from the moment we met.
So why, after all this time, does she want you to know? It’s like she doesn’t want you to forget.
I don’t know her; I won’t villainize her.
I’m sure she’s a lovely girl. But, sorry-not-sorry, she won’t give you the world.
Like I will, if you’ll let me. It just honestly doesn’t make sense.
How could she let you live life alone when you’ve been begging to be seen?
I see you, John. I’ve seen you since the moment we met.
I don’t want to give up on us—not ever, not just yet.
You’re telling me she could have had you this entire time,
Yet just recently she let you know that you’ve “always been on her mind.”
I’m not calling her a liar—it’s not hard to see why that could be the case.
But I’m just worried she is playing a silly game of chase.
Whereas I am playing the long game; I’m not going anywhere.
I want your love, your heart—fuck, I want your last name.
Maybe I’m the one who is delusional, or ridiculous, or crazy.
Honestly, I can’t help it; ever since I’ve met you, everything in my life has been a little hazy.
The only real clarity I’ve been able to see is you.
While everything else is dark and hopeless, the only thing keeping me going is how my feelings are true.
I’ve never felt this way, John. There are no words to describe how I feel.
Saying “I love you” doesn’t come close to expressing how this has to be the real deal.
The love poets write about, the kind people die for.
I swear to God, these feelings shake me down to my core.
I BURN for you, in every god **** imaginable way.
You are always in my head and heart, every second of every day.
I want you to know you are so loved, whether it’s me you pick or not.
I’m constantly trying to figure out if I should give up or continue shooting my shot.
You see, I don’t want to make this harder on you; you don’t deserve to feel torn.
I just want to fight for this, fight for you, fight for us—because the love I feel we’d have is all I’ve ever wanted since I was born.
My body literally shakes just thinking about you.
My emotions are so strong, I genuinely don’t know what else to do.
This is something special, something truly unique.
A love I know you and I have always tried to seek.
We could have the world’s sweetest love story, two people completely obsessed with each other.
But to get there, we both have to endure this current purgatory.
I know you don’t want to hurt anyone, and if I have to I’ll take one for the team.
Because, truly, I’d rather be the one to die than have any more shots taken to your self-esteem.
You are beautiful and wonderful—what the world needs more of.
I have no problem expressing that you’re the one that I love.
If she feels this way too, then I won’t be able to assist.
But honestly, I can’t see that happening—how did she not know she loved you from the moment she realized you exist?
Because that’s what happened to me. And yeah, I wear my heart on my sleeve.
Maybe that’s my problem, but I don’t care; I actually believe.
I believe in us and what we could become.
I believe we could be the greatest love story—a love so strong we’d both forget what it ever felt like to be numb.
I want that for you, more so than for me.
I want you to feel true happiness and love—I want your soul to be set free.
Free from the pain, from the demons you keep.
I just want to be the person you wake up next to and the one you’re with when you fall asleep.
I don’t want to make this harder on you; I just want to express how I feel.
Because I know she’ll do the same, but I hope you can tell which one is more real.
I don’t know about you, but I want someone who is sure they love me—that I’m their home.
I don’t want someone who, after years, finally decides they want to be with me because it’s better than being alone.
If, after all this, I’m still not the one you choose,
Please don’t worry about me. Even though, I’m sensitive and easily bruised.
But don’t let your heart be heavy. Don’t worry about me at all.
Because, although I hope I’m your person (and honestly, I feel I am), this story—our story—will always be my favorite to recall.
I love you. I adore you. I’m yours, if you’ll have me.
We could have the world’s sweetest love story—that’s a promise I can guarantee.
Dec 5, 2024
Dec 5, 2024 at 12:43 AM UTC
Words, words hurt even if they are just restating facts.
Facts somehow now twisted by how they were originally delivered.
Passing on information to people I think should know.
Know for my heart, know for my peace of mind.
But jealousy it seems should always be forgotten.
Talking about it magnifies it beyond what it is, just slight and simple.
I made a man into a monster in her eyes.
Something he doesn't deserve.
I sit in the midst of a love triangle in which the woman doesn't want either of us.
She just wanted to be friends with both of us.
Now her urge to be more intimate with me as a friend is blocked by a barrage of concentration on a subject that should be so light and whimsical.
And a friend who had his heart crushed by seeing that intimacy.
I feel like a wolf, these words bite and wrangle, and won't dissipate for 100 years, says Muhammad, pbuh.
I always think work will become easier, but tests multiply, and it stays hard - hard in heart.
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 11:36 PM UTC
forbidden love.
tattered art.
an endless story,
of broken hearts.
a girl loves a boy,
a little cliché.
but forever, she hopes,
he will never go away.
a girl loves a boy,
the other girls friend.
She can never love him;
her love will never end.
two girls love a boy
but he can love neither,
he cries to break himself down
and to build them up higher
so the answer is simple;
who he must choose
a boy cant love someone,
when he cant even love himself
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 7:53 PM UTC
Looking back I think about how,
How we would be if we were together right now.
We were young, we didn’t understand.
We had something beautiful and let it slip through our hands.
Now here we are living two different lives.
In love with different people,
Falling into different eyes.
But even then, as each day goes by.
Our hearts always remember.
Our hearts remain tied.
I know this hurts and it doesn’t seem fair.
But there are other hearts involved now,
Hearts that love us with all they have...
Honest and without fear.
I will always love you,
But I found someone else.
She has my love now,
I have nothing left to give.
- Brandon K. Stephenson
Sep 8, 2018
Sep 8, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
A sun, a moon, a love
A girl who had enough
The sun was he
He rose above
He glanced back down
And he saw love
The moon was he
And he was a vile
Who hurts the girl
So out of style
A warmth a glow
The sun bestows
But grief and cold
The moon was told
A day had come
When Anne chhose
Between them and
To gain, to lose
She looked upon
The horrid moon
And never on
The warmest noon
Her heart was cold
Her love was old
Done by her story
The moon had told
While the sun
He focused on
Rising up
Every dawn
And Anne glanced
Up above
The brightest star
And she saw love
Jul 4, 2018
Jul 4, 2018 at 2:58 PM UTC
PLEASE ... BEFORE you read this, you need to read "My Circle" first. It, like this one, is short, so it will be quick, I promise, but it will set up the read of this one. This is why I posted them simultaneously. Find it here:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2428331/my-circle/
If you have read it already, then please ... carry on!
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Our circle is built for two …
But …
It can hold three …
only for a few fleeting moments.
Alone …
Only two people can stand
back to back
or
face to face.
When there are three …
one is left alone …
eventually.
Two is better …
Eventually …
one is left alone …
when there are three.
Face to face
or
back to back
only two people can stand …
alone …
Only for a few fleeting moments …
it can hold three …
But …
Our Circle is built for two.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
There we sit beneath the cherry blossom tree,
You were there, talking to me.
The silence, hearing the trees whispering.
We were spending all afternoon laughing.
I just wonder and I wanted to ask,
“Would I belong to you soon?”
“Would I ever have you?”
I wanted you to know and hear.
My heart brings off with no fear.
I wanted the way we used to be changed,
Not like how we are right now.
I wanted something more if you allow.
Talk to my eyes, do you want it too?
The voices, I heard them in my head.
Talking to myself, forgetting the road ahead.
Every way I take, it leads me back to you.
Your smiles and the way you move are my sunshine.
Being with you makes me feel better than fine.
I forgot how the rain used to cover me.
I was never meant to leave you recklessly.
Until one day, I heard through the grapevines.
I was looking and hoping for a sign.
Fright drove my heartbeat swifter than the time I trusted you.
Why was I not given a cue?
Was I asleep when you told me?
Was I wishing you dreamingly?
Was I looking forward to the future
Of you caring and embracing me back?
You loved someone you believed,
You said she is undeniably stunning...
But, you did not have a chance to know her.
I had the time of loving you, it felt great.
I wondered, “Why did you refuse?”
Still, it was just right to forget right away.
Someday, the colours would slowly fade
Into a beautiful shade of gray.
The wretchedness would be an enduring mark...
To rather let the mark be the end of the world...
Or to look up to the shining sun and restart?
Someday, I would learn to love someone better.
Someday, I would be laughing at myself and say,
“What was the real reason why I loved you?”
Cause all I can think of was your foolishness.
I could have been dumb when I had you.
I used to laugh to our one-liners before.
We were just young naive kids.
(Now, I learned.....)
I was better off giggling with myself.
I was better off being with my friends.
I used to remember that tree,
It was where we used to sit.
Do you remember it too?
I know you had forgotten.
If you ever regret, do not return.
‘Cause you might be hanging your head the next time.
But you had been right, always right.
“Let go of the beautiful memory
When we used to sit beneath the cherry blossom tree.”
Feb 28, 2018
Feb 28, 2018 at 7:28 AM UTC
Pronounced like "Mack"
I love you.
The both of you?
I hate it.
I do.
One of you knows me for who I am.
The other knows me for who I've been all my life.
Both of you are so out of reach.
Both of you hold special places in my heart.
Both of you care for me in different ways.
Both of you have seen me at my worst.
Both of you deserve to be happy.
I just wish I didn't think the both of you deserve me.
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 8:32 PM UTC
It's you, it's me.
Add her, it's three.
She gets As,
But I get Bs.
She has reasons.
I have excuses.
I am mindless.
She is fearless.
Compassion is her trait.
Selfishness is mine.
I can't bear to wait.
Please just make up your mind.
It's not fair to me,
My heart stays guarded.
It's not fair to her,
She has life goals and projects.
And you're in the middle,
Because we put you there.
I have to leave NOW,
I can't bear to hear...
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 9:14 AM UTC
Its 1:28am and I can't sleep.
Instead of seeing films of technicolor
on the backs of my eyelids,
I'm wondering whether your lips
taste like strawberries or vinegar.
Its amazing how heavy
a chest can feel just fondling
the idea of drowning in you;
and i think about the time you
accidentally called me an angel.
Now its 1:32 and I'm wondering
if an angel falls for you,
does that mean she's plummeting to hell?
Poetry is meant to display something magnificent,
but the only thing magnificent about this
is the tragedy.
(I don't want to write because there is nothing beautiful about this.)
And all I can think about
is how much of a sin it must be
to think about you,
instead of the boy who has built himself
around me like a cathedral.
About how it's dark outside,
but how this longing for you is darker.
About how I only write about boys
I could see myself loving.
And wonder why my thoughts
are dancing around Lucifer
instead of Saint Michael.
Aug 21, 2015
Aug 21, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC