#relationshipstruggles - Hello Poetry

You look at me like you're already mine, But speak in 'ifs' and 'maybes', Like love's a coin you're scared to flip, So you keep me in your 'almosts' or 'somedays'. You hold my hand, But not my heart, Say you feel something deep, But can't promise a start. You call it timing, You call it fear, But I'm still the one, Standing here. I'm not a pause, Not a backup plan, Not for someone to shelf, While you figure out if you can. Because I love like fire, Bold and bright, Not hidden behind, A hesitant light. So if you won't choose me, That's your right. But I won't stay waiting, In your half-lit night. T.H

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Mar 17, 2026 at 7:45 AM UTC

poetrybytia

Halfway Doesn't Hold Me

You look at me like you're already mine, But speak in 'ifs' and 'maybes', Like love's a coin you're scared to flip, So you keep me in your 'almosts' or 'somedays'. You hold my hand, But not my heart, Say you feel something deep, But can't promise a start. You call it timing, You call it fear, But I'm still the one, Standing here. I'm not a pause, Not a backup plan, Not for someone to shelf, While you figure out if you can. Because I love like fire, Bold and bright, Not hidden behind, A hesitant light. So if you won't choose me, That's your right. But I won't stay waiting, In your half-lit night. T.H

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Dreaming in Moonshine Soaking into songs heard only through The vibrations of insect wings Breathing in their scented infusions within a double scene inside another unfolding painted image of what appears to be A still depleting life Casting shadows over my restless thoughts of both promise and deceit which constitutes the inner fold of what is love… the counterfeit of existence that lends itself to real What is real (in my world)? Coming forth to me in moments in phases from within the possible That lingers until the end of pond’s length containing the infinite drops that continue to fill it up by the immaculate hand of heaven’s reach entrapping the limits that give shape to such incongruity (There are always limits in the future even though there are so many possible ones in life- even if there are so many possibilities for us to see, to understand, to believe in, and to experience) Traipsing into waters unknown I learn the diligence of the dragonfly who hinges on existential wings On this journey of trial and error I discover freedom wholly through the mystification of my own will and the emancipation of choice only to be surrounded by the empty court of judgment Seeing through buzz eyes dripping in nectar an opalescent tune raises its brow to trigger The wind, which blows against the tenderness of heart yet calm and (flowing) as if through a wand swaying in the glory that fate whispers in between the spaces of anorexic branches meeting How can the iridescence of a sound, of a single word Press with such kindness and bathe in such grandeur I am amazed by the purity; by the simple beauty of this world I recall someone telling me that just once in your life do you meet the one who gives you the belief you never could find The deep stirring (surge) of your spate running inside the cord of your spine How is that I am free today? I wish for immortal meaning : (self- reproach) does not lead to fill me Questioning … but simply knowing the stars As they look to me and choosing not to shine on skin not even into eyes of gold they look down on me mocking insecurity This is my reality at its core As they move further in between their departing within a space of sky do they laugh subconsciously behind the falsity of a perfect smile looming while the moon just sits up straight and smirks beside with faint and covered faces squinting eyes Never hinting that this could all be just a dream Unjust Inside these walls But I know like a dream they will return to keep me company in the mist (of shadows) of a nightmare inside I’m now in battle to avoid At times I feel slighted yet wholly redeemed I feel respected yet abused beyond all things and sometimes it feels like I’m standing in front of the altar alone (on the edge of the dock) peering down at everybody I’ve ever known about to dive in to land on slippery greens floating swiftly in between (the ripples) I feel chosen Yet I feel unseen Dispraised for the things I’ve done feeling no pain do I fade... Away into the lambent (lucent)mist of efficacy: into the Elysian fields of transcendent virtue And there do I become everything I’ve ever loved, everyone I’ve ever known Only knowing that Love's darkest form is that of deceit in the illusion of each day, I am still. But more than that, I am still alive. Thank you for saving my life.

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Jan 18, 2021

Jan 18, 2021 at 8:14 PM UTC

lanna-evolved

Living in Phases

Dreaming in Moonshine Soaking into songs heard only through The vibrations of insect wings Breathing in their scented infusions within a double scene inside another unfolding painted image of what appears to be A still depleting life Casting shadows over my restless thoughts of both promise and deceit which constitutes the inner fold of what is love… the counterfeit of existence that lends itself to real What is real (in my world)? Coming forth to me in moments in phases from within the possible That lingers until the end of pond’s length containing the infinite drops that continue to fill it up by the immaculate hand of heaven’s reach entrapping the limits that give shape to such incongruity (There are always limits in the future even though there are so many possible ones in life- even if there are so many possibilities for us to see, to understand, to believe in, and to experience) Traipsing into waters unknown I learn the diligence of the dragonfly who hinges on existential wings On this journey of trial and error I discover freedom wholly through the mystification of my own will and the emancipation of choice only to be surrounded by the empty court of judgment Seeing through buzz eyes dripping in nectar an opalescent tune raises its brow to trigger The wind, which blows against the tenderness of heart yet calm and (flowing) as if through a wand swaying in the glory that fate whispers in between the spaces of anorexic branches meeting How can the iridescence of a sound, of a single word Press with such kindness and bathe in such grandeur I am amazed by the purity; by the simple beauty of this world I recall someone telling me that just once in your life do you meet the one who gives you the belief you never could find The deep stirring (surge) of your spate running inside the cord of your spine How is that I am free today? I wish for immortal meaning : (self- reproach) does not lead to fill me Questioning … but simply knowing the stars As they look to me and choosing not to shine on skin not even into eyes of gold they look down on me mocking insecurity This is my reality at its core As they move further in between their departing within a space of sky do they laugh subconsciously behind the falsity of a perfect smile looming while the moon just sits up straight and smirks beside with faint and covered faces squinting eyes Never hinting that this could all be just a dream Unjust Inside these walls But I know like a dream they will return to keep me company in the mist (of shadows) of a nightmare inside I’m now in battle to avoid At times I feel slighted yet wholly redeemed I feel respected yet abused beyond all things and sometimes it feels like I’m standing in front of the altar alone (on the edge of the dock) peering down at everybody I’ve ever known about to dive in to land on slippery greens floating swiftly in between (the ripples) I feel chosen Yet I feel unseen Dispraised for the things I’ve done feeling no pain do I fade... Away into the lambent (lucent)mist of efficacy: into the Elysian fields of transcendent virtue And there do I become everything I’ve ever loved, everyone I’ve ever known Only knowing that Love's darkest form is that of deceit in the illusion of each day, I am still. But more than that, I am still alive. Thank you for saving my life.

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We can be taught How to read and write And cook meals And ride a bike; We can be taught Simple things Like running, swimming, And going high on the swings; But no one can teach us How to love and cope Or mend a broken heart, Or hold onto hope. And no one tells us How it will feel When you're in love, In love for real! Or how to handle A lying cheat Whose poisonous words Are full of deceit. Or what to do When your heart is full And the one you love Has your heart strings to pull. Or when you're in their grasp Running on their track, With love in you're heart But they will never love you back. Because the thing about love Is that it's followed by pain, And when you're in love with the wrong person It will drive you insane.

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Sep 12, 2017

Sep 12, 2017 at 1:16 AM UTC

baylee

We Can't be Taught

We can be taught How to read and write And cook meals And ride a bike; We can be taught Simple things Like running, swimming, And going high on the swings; But no one can teach us How to love and cope Or mend a broken heart, Or hold onto hope. And no one tells us How it will feel When you're in love, In love for real! Or how to handle A lying cheat Whose poisonous words Are full of deceit. Or what to do When your heart is full And the one you love Has your heart strings to pull. Or when you're in their grasp Running on their track, With love in you're heart But they will never love you back. Because the thing about love Is that it's followed by pain, And when you're in love with the wrong person It will drive you insane.

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