#pdx - Hello Poetry

On the brightest day of days We met like I'm 19 again Surfing so confidently through waves of vibes in line to see the greatest surf rock show of our lives; It's as if I've never questioned my ability to charm You one-upping me as I try to out-glaze you We're ******* sage-grouse in a mating dance for the ages And I sweat so feverishly. Cut myself open along all the right lines I've learned to follow from so many attempts where I've snagged and lost focus You, you're my mirror, and holy **** how I watch you do the same That surgical tight precision of just enough to make me gleeful for more. You call out to me like I've never heard the sound of a telephone before I want to pick up and scream for joy is this that ******* call? It's 3am at a ******* Denny's of all places This has to be that call Isn't it? You tell me you don't want to be alive anymore That the weight of the world and its deadlines and commitments weighs on your shoulders like your name is ******* Atlas but it isn't You're 31 and so vunerable and honest and You. As you look at me with wet eyes Then I'm holding you as you sob And you're holding me as I sob In a lightning-quick moment where I think I've found my equal And the world and its ****** veneer lifts My heart is pounding and my knees are weak But nothing else matters for just a moment While I stand here and we hold each other And I think of how beautiful this all is Five hours past my bedtime in the arms of a stranger who now knows my deepest secrets I swear we were speedrunning into infinity Or at least, the bloom of something beautiful But then goodbyes and promises turn into distance and lies And a week later it's 2:31 in the morning and I wonder where I went wrong What did I say? What did I not say? Is it me? Is it you? But it's okay. I'll pick myself up and dust off my shoulders I'm a man after all whatever the **** that means It's just another notch in my belt another ****** experience to learn from So that maybe one day I'll get it right But deep down, if you catch me being real honest one day About some diner after a punk show at 3 in the morning I'll tell you the truth, hell I'll tell anyone who'll listen I just want a phone call from ******* Breanne.

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Apr 19

Apr 19, 2026 at 7:14 PM UTC

summersolace

Phone Call

On the brightest day of days We met like I'm 19 again Surfing so confidently through waves of vibes in line to see the greatest surf rock show of our lives; It's as if I've never questioned my ability to charm You one-upping me as I try to out-glaze you We're ******* sage-grouse in a mating dance for the ages And I sweat so feverishly. Cut myself open along all the right lines I've learned to follow from so many attempts where I've snagged and lost focus You, you're my mirror, and holy **** how I watch you do the same That surgical tight precision of just enough to make me gleeful for more. You call out to me like I've never heard the sound of a telephone before I want to pick up and scream for joy is this that ******* call? It's 3am at a ******* Denny's of all places This has to be that call Isn't it? You tell me you don't want to be alive anymore That the weight of the world and its deadlines and commitments weighs on your shoulders like your name is ******* Atlas but it isn't You're 31 and so vunerable and honest and You. As you look at me with wet eyes Then I'm holding you as you sob And you're holding me as I sob In a lightning-quick moment where I think I've found my equal And the world and its ****** veneer lifts My heart is pounding and my knees are weak But nothing else matters for just a moment While I stand here and we hold each other And I think of how beautiful this all is Five hours past my bedtime in the arms of a stranger who now knows my deepest secrets I swear we were speedrunning into infinity Or at least, the bloom of something beautiful But then goodbyes and promises turn into distance and lies And a week later it's 2:31 in the morning and I wonder where I went wrong What did I say? What did I not say? Is it me? Is it you? But it's okay. I'll pick myself up and dust off my shoulders I'm a man after all whatever the **** that means It's just another notch in my belt another ****** experience to learn from So that maybe one day I'll get it right But deep down, if you catch me being real honest one day About some diner after a punk show at 3 in the morning I'll tell you the truth, hell I'll tell anyone who'll listen I just want a phone call from ******* Breanne.