#maybes
I am tired
of almosts and maybes,
of conversations that circle
but never arrive,
of hands that hold mine
like a question
you’re afraid to answer.
You say you don’t want labels
like words are cages—
but I am tired of wandering
through something unnamed,
giving real effort
to something that refuses
to be real back.
I show up fully—
with intention,
with care,
with consistency.
And you show up halfway,
just enough to keep me here,
never enough to make it clear.
I am tired of decoding silence,
of calling confusion “depth,”
of pretending your hesitation
means something more
than what it is.
Because love shouldn’t feel
like convincing someone
to choose you.
You say you’re not ready—
but I am.
And I am too exhausted
to keep shrinking
my clarity,
my effort,
my wanting—
just to make space
for your uncertainty.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 10:47 PM UTC
~
*Hear me, and heed my woe,
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
how thy smileth reaches
thy eyen and
crinkles the c'rn'rs
immensely.
Thy confidence, a flame
yond burneth with f'rvent might,
intimidating, yet draweth me in,
as moth to candle's lighteth.
Thy passion is contagious,
thy excitement a thrill,
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
but mem'ries ling'r still
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
as thee gazeth into mine own eyen
bef're our lips meeteth
our intimate moments,
a sensual rapture,
thy corse, a w'rk of art,
sculpt'd p'rfectly in all its
muscular stature
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
the way we w're,
young with a future,
we couldst not seeth.
What ifs and maybes,
a maze, i tryeth to escapeth,
longing f'r what couldst've been,
a heart yond acheth.
Ev'ry fare thee well,
a pang in mine own chest,
feareth of nev'r seeing thee again,
and all yond is repress'd
Thy absence, a weight
yond i doth striveth to shaketh,
wond'ring wh're thou art,
what thou dost maketh.
Art thou joyous, art thou free from careth?
i tryeth to not bethink on Thee …
yet some days, 'tis hard to beareth.
In sooth,
i am not depress'd,
n'r doth i feeleth the blues, wh'reupon
i f'rce myself to not bethink on Thee …
by mineth owneth shall, anon.*
~
Aug 30, 2025
Aug 30, 2025 at 9:29 AM UTC
Maybe I’m a wind-up toy robot, blindly walking down this path,
maybe I’m a pullback toy car, moving forward by taking a few
steps back. Maybe I’m a box of random Lego pieces, building up
a life, without an instruction manual, maybe I’m just a firecracker,
exploding with less passion – _so I sometimes add fuel._
Maybe I’m the one trapped in the castle; quietly hoping the world
doesn’t see a man battling his own dragons, as a damsel, maybe I
don’t know how to fight for myself, cos I was shown that fighting
as a believer isn’t a good example.
Maybe I’m looking for love, just because everyone seems to be
falling in love, maybe I’m trying to fit my hand in everything,
to protect myself from failure – _wearing all the title gloves._
Maybe, maybe, maybe – but all the maybes aren’t always the
possibilities we want. So maybe I should instead be more definite
on all the needs I want.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 12:37 PM UTC
maybe good people do exist –
maybe we fail to see the good in people
maybe we fail to see the good in ourselves.
Jan 13, 2025
Jan 13, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC
Write a poem to get off my chest
All my thoughts into a pile
And boring soap opera lines
Lighter for a little while
I see familiar metaphors
See the recycled rhymes
See the same old stories
Shared countless times
I see piece of a greater puzzle
Existence of chapters not written yet
Entire ocean of future to chart
Only gotten the tip of my pen wet
I see the history shaping my universe
Joy and sorrow imprinted
See the creation made from my transformation
Artwork I sloppily printed
I see natural progression
See soul spread out on display
See what's hidden in the spaces between words
I'm too scared to say
I see truths of the galaxy I've learned
Leave traces of my essence in each mark of ink
See miracles
Mights
Madness
Writing combines my spirit with things I think
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 8:38 AM UTC
maybe you were in love with those conversation we shared by the balcony while staring at the sky
or maybe you were in love with those sweet messages i sent you as soon as i wake up
or maybe you were in love with those poems i wrote for you specially when you are feeling blue
maybe you were in love of the idea of me being there
maybe you were in love with those,
but never with me.
Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 2:13 AM UTC
temptation is sweet
careful not to take too much
it'll come out as sh*t
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 7:40 AM UTC
Stripped down to the most basic of actions
Can my lips carry my every feeling
needs and wishes
Would you get all of that with just a kiss
If love was an ocean
then my tides just come in
and I'm just killing time
thinking of ways to make you mine....
And maybe I, maybe I could never love you the same
maybe it'd be a mistake to try again
but there's more to this
but there's more to this
If love was the moon
then it's just been eclipsed
and I'm just wasting time
thinking of ways to get you off my mind...
Without anchors, I'm swimming till I'm dying
well that doesn't make much sense
unless you could feel the way I'm feeling
And if love was a wrist
I've just reached the bone
and I'm just killing time
thinking of ways to go on....
I'll be crawling into so many holes
looking for a place to call home
still nothing is the same
as when I was in your space
And if love was a heart
yours is so far gone
and I'm just wasting time
thinking of ways, thinking of ways
to be rid of mine
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 7:12 PM UTC
maybe i'm not meant to be anything
maybe i'm just here to inspire the something
or maybe i'm as significant as a leave on the ground
once vibrant and green
now crushed beneath your feet
Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 1:30 AM UTC
empty 'what if's
and petty excuses
and looming regrets
'if only i had tried harder'
'if only i had the time'
'maybe, just maybe'
'i could have gotten you'
'maybe i wouldn't have failed you'
if only
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 3:13 AM UTC
Maybe he was right
Maybe we weren't meant to be in love
Every star in the sky and page in all of the books in my collection could never explain us
Maybe we should have fought harder for each other
Fallen to our knees and surrendered when we really had nothing more to give
Bruised and scarred from trying to hold on just a tad longer
Maybe it was our doubts that cut the rope
Perhaps it was all of our maybes that killed us in the end
We didn't believe in the 2 a.m cups of coffee or even the blood in our veins
We didn't have faith in what our future could hold, we didn't even have faith in ourselves
I think he was right when he said we couldn't do it
He was right to turn away and never come back
He saved us from more pain and maybe that's a good thing
Receiving peace in exchange for love
By Chloe Elizabeth
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 2:28 PM UTC