#missingher
Your Birthday is in a few months
I wish we could celebrate it together
But we can't, that's okay though
I will wish you a happy birthday either way
Post about you to let everyone know how much I miss you
How much you were the joy to my world
How much that I cared about you
How much I wish you were here
and how much I wish I could rewind time
To make sure this didn't happened
But I cant, I wish though
I miss you so much pretty girl
Feb 3
Feb 3, 2026 at 9:46 AM UTC
She was not too close,
Also not so unknown.
She was not a friend for life…
Neither just friend.
But still…
She always respected my opinions
Listened to all my blabbering
Bared all my naughty antics
Secured all my secrets
Understood all my feelings
Yes!! She was special and her absence is getting hard now.
May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 12:18 AM UTC
is just the love
that once belonged to you
that now
has nowhere else to go.
Oct 19, 2024
Oct 19, 2024 at 12:13 PM UTC
Yesterday she said
Tomorrow I'm gonna be a better someone.
So now, tomorrow is here
but today time is not on her side
She is gone
Feb 6, 2021
Feb 6, 2021 at 8:15 AM UTC
When I was younger, my mother used to ask me, “what do you know?”
Knowing that it was in a joking manner rather to discourage me,
I would simply reply with my palms facing the sky, “I don’t know.”
At 25 years old, if nothing else, I know this...
It’s that feeling when you’re about to ride your first rollercoaster- scared shitless & excited at the same time.
It’s constant indecisiveness... usually over what to eat.
It’s that tug on the arm you get when you get up from bed, as if vines from the comforter spat out out of fear of missing your presence.
It’s stepping on your shoelace and landing on your face simply because she walked by in that leopard print dress, looked at herself from every angle in the mirror, & had the audacity to ask, “No?”
Yet, all you could think is, “Oh, yes.”
At times, it’s a moment of silence while two souls dance in an electric space.
It’s having the patience to learn their love language so that you may speak it back to their soul more fluently.
It’s a forever gift & everything alike.
& I know every couple has their own version, so here’s what mine is like:
MY love is a monsterous game of “who loves who more” & we’re both clawing for that gold medal
MY love is distant, yet close. Lonely & cold in bed yet warm in heart knowing that I get at least wake up to an angel telling me to “win my day.”
MY love is drenching everything in my room with the cologne she bought me so that it may somehow seep into my pores so I could be a walking memory.
MY love is 5,291 unbearable miles across the Pacific.
Try $2,546.03 worth of 2 trips of a grand total of 64 days spent together out of nearly 2 years of being in a relationship.
MY love is getting a little under 3 hours a day of FACETIME & each second, yearning for more face to face time.
It’s saying, ***** a text.”
I’ll write a letter expressing how at times when I’m spiraling downwards, the song of her voice on repeat makes it all better.
MY love is snatching my voice box from my throat, smashing it into ink, writing an “I love you” message, stuffing it into a bottle, & tossing it out to sea so it’ll one day wash up on her shores...
Then she’ll read it and cherish that voicemail for the rest of her days.
And so... now I’m prepared to answer my mother’s question...
What do I know?
I know LOVE
& at times it shares the same address as PAIN...
I think it’s time to sit them both down
& have a little talk.
- a.r.Camm
Dec 2, 2020
Dec 2, 2020 at 1:08 PM UTC
If I fantasize about you coming back to me
then I don't have to let you go
my reality
is almost perfected....
I'll choose insanity because it has you in it.
I'll choose dillusion because, there.... you tell me you love me still
I'll choose denial because hopelessness can feel like hope
the only world I want to accept
is the one where, in it, you're lying next to me.
I'll choose insanity
instead of accepting that you left a long time ago.
Tonight.... I'm lying here, nearly asleep, and you're lying next to me.
Perfect
Oct 2, 2020
Oct 2, 2020 at 1:47 AM UTC
It was Fate that gave us each other
But a mix of ignored warnings and mistakes that drove us apart
now time has passed and I still wish you back
I look at the gift of our first date and think back at the happiness we felt
as I lay fresh lilies on the grave of what we had
I still see your smiling face haunting the forest of my dreams
your words of confidence still echoing in the back of my mind
Now the thriving town of my heart is nothing more than a cold forgotten ruin
I travel back to when we first met as a tear rolls down my cheek
now I wish for you to be happier, rather than return, for that may be the only way the pieces will sew themselves anew
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 5:14 AM UTC
Happily he deals very gently and understandingly with me. I love him.
(sonnet #MMMMMDCCXCV)
Not mists. Thet ghostly whiteness as a veil
Down where the valley shivers in suspense,
Flirtatious winds' moist breath stale in the sense
Tis muggy ere dawn cast off Sunday's pale
Thought of more hallowed things, and in a frail
Excuse I button that blouse Mum gave thence
To me, to die as seeing her worn face hence,
Those precious eyes, and hate me in betrayl.
Oh Robert! How I want to scream as twere
Until the universe is shattered to
Sheer nothingness. But then as now in poor
'Scuse, no sound can come out. And I tell you
Cuz only you seem understand. Mists tour
Forsooth, and I still breathe, pray, love you too.
24Jul16a
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
the pull from under my ribs
is wanderlust
unsuccessfully convincing myself
that the ache in my soul
is not my red string of fate--
the one wrapped around my heart--
being pulled taut
ripping my organs from my chest
and breaking my ribs like glass
it is not,
i whisper, not fooling anyone
the distance that makes it feel
like glass shards have taken over my throat
crawling from my mouth
and cutting off my tongue
it is not,
the fact that i cannot hold you
that makes my arm feel as if they have no purpose
it is not,
you being so far from my heart, my arms
that cuts up my insides so fine
please let me pretend,
just for a while longer,
that you being gone doesn't make me feel like a goner
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 4:55 PM UTC
Even though we went on our own ways
I'm still here waiting for you
Waiting for you to rekindle our old memories
How it felt every time I'm by your side
But maybe those memories will be my past
The past that I cannot ever feel
No matter how tightly I hold onto it
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:30 AM UTC
Every time I seeketh her
She always falls asleep
Yet I guess I'll let her rest
May her soul get some peace..
Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
I miss you every day, as I pretend you never existed
It's the only way I feel ok, but my mind is twisted
I love you, I always will
I just hope feeling alright doesn't always rely on these pills.
I'm not ready to move on, my unconscious clearly shows me that
I'm afraid to go to sleep because I know you'll be there
and when I wake up, I just stare
blankly into the light of my clock, trying not to feel
disappointed in the fact that you'll never be here.
All night, I run from sleep to avoid those dreams I hate
but in the morning I scratch at the door of unconsciousness
begging it to let me back in,
because those dreams are my only escape.
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
The breaking warmth over the morning glow.
The caramel macchiato which remind me of her love.
Her stress filled tears, do so bring me fury.
Her radiate smile, endless dreams.
Her heart, wishful happiness.
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
Next to my alarm clock, on my bedside table, I keep a note
It simply says:
"It was a dream. He's still gone."
And every morning when I wake up with a smile
And roll over to trace your lips good morning,
I see the note
I don't have to read it anymore
I know what it says
I memorized it like I memorized you
{bcg}
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
I remember you like a famous brachiosaur, ensconced in the terrible street lamps of west county apartment block row. That swaying bronze gate to your three flat two room apartment. Skinny legs for the couch, the backroom bedroom, and the bunk beds in the master suite. We studded me for excellent squeeze; one trident pull switching time against a baited lock. "I'll swallow you whole," you brushed off into my ear while I passed your cheek with my lips, braising your skin with dew drops of our rushes and sweat. Even for April this was alright. Your brother had already moved out, and listening to Hall and Oates and going fishing was all you wanted to do. So I made us two root beer floats with Almond Milk ice cream, and settled into you for five hours and forty-five minutes. It was before 5:00a.m. when you turned to the night and spilled the last ounces of your naked body out to me beneath the satin sheets. I pressed my lips hard against your nose and whispered I'd be leaving soon. Still I do not recall if I woke you when I left, but I remember that next day when you questioned if I had.
Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 5:36 AM UTC