#singlelife - Hello Poetry

𝑀𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃. 𝑀𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝒾𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝓈, 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈, 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃.

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May 2, 2020

May 2, 2020 at 11:43 AM UTC

hopefulTangerine

Being Single Gets Lonely Sometimes

𝑀𝓎 𝒶𝓇𝓂𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝓎 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃. 𝑀𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉, 𝒾𝓉 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓃𝓈, 𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓁𝒹, 𝒯𝑜 𝓉𝑜𝓊𝒸𝒽, 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈, 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝓎 𝑜𝓌𝓃.

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“why are you single?” they always seem to ask me but it’s always the ones who never want me in my entirety cause when they first laid their eyes on me it was “oh my god, I love your energy” now it’s “you’re so independent you have no sense of dependency” “your energy is so powerful” is what I heard when you first fell for me now it’s “yo you’re so ambitious you never have time for we” you loved that I was strong willed and embraced my femininity now you hate that I speak up and wish I would sometimes just move a little more quietly you adored the fact that I embraced my roots so tightly now according to you I’m just a little “too” pro black and you wish I would tread a little more lightly before you enjoyed how proper I was and how my words came so easily now you loathe how all my words are correct politically thé lové you had for me so deeply is now the detest you hold for me so intensely the ego you had that I once thought was manly was actually what caused our downfall, tragically I once thought that you could handle me but I now see that you’re just filled with toxic masculinity my personality was always too “strong” for you to deal with me you always got mad when I just wanted equality now that you’re gone and I’m free from “we” please step back and watch the next man care for me properly

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Mar 8, 2020

Mar 8, 2020 at 6:44 PM UTC

irmapielle

why are you single

“why are you single?” they always seem to ask me but it’s always the ones who never want me in my entirety cause when they first laid their eyes on me it was “oh my god, I love your energy” now it’s “you’re so independent you have no sense of dependency” “your energy is so powerful” is what I heard when you first fell for me now it’s “yo you’re so ambitious you never have time for we” you loved that I was strong willed and embraced my femininity now you hate that I speak up and wish I would sometimes just move a little more quietly you adored the fact that I embraced my roots so tightly now according to you I’m just a little “too” pro black and you wish I would tread a little more lightly before you enjoyed how proper I was and how my words came so easily now you loathe how all my words are correct politically thé lové you had for me so deeply is now the detest you hold for me so intensely the ego you had that I once thought was manly was actually what caused our downfall, tragically I once thought that you could handle me but I now see that you’re just filled with toxic masculinity my personality was always too “strong” for you to deal with me you always got mad when I just wanted equality now that you’re gone and I’m free from “we” please step back and watch the next man care for me properly

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The moment I realize "Stop he has a girlfriend" The moment I realize "Why does he talk to me this way when he has a girlfriend, why does he have to be this nice" It's funny how you know how I feel about you but yet you still remain to be my friend, but why? It doesn't bother you?? So you decide to text me everyday all the way up to 3am with no trouble, but you have a girlfriend? You said before when you meet me you thought I was attractive and you call me cute most of the time, But you have a girlfriend? Do you do this on purpose to play with me? Does your girlfriend know that you talk to me? Is your girlfriend okay with you talking to a lot of girls? YES...but why? You must be very trust worthy, and you treat every girl sooo special...but you have a girlfriend? I don't know if I'm over thinking because all your friends say that you're a good person and you will not use someone or play with them. You treat me so special, you make me think that I have a chance, you know I like you yet you keep texting me, making me happy, I can never talk to anyone the same way I do to you, You say "We have so much in common it's really remarkable, you are like the other version of me"..... when you were with this one girl you said you liked how she was the other version of you... Why do you do this, YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND YOU KNOW I LIKE YOU Don't you think that I can be suffering because of how much I want to kiss you when we hug.... or when you make me feel like the only girl in the world... you do all this for me and that BUT YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

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Jan 16, 2019

Jan 16, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC

MythicalCreature

You have a girlfriend!

The moment I realize "Stop he has a girlfriend" The moment I realize "Why does he talk to me this way when he has a girlfriend, why does he have to be this nice" It's funny how you know how I feel about you but yet you still remain to be my friend, but why? It doesn't bother you?? So you decide to text me everyday all the way up to 3am with no trouble, but you have a girlfriend? You said before when you meet me you thought I was attractive and you call me cute most of the time, But you have a girlfriend? Do you do this on purpose to play with me? Does your girlfriend know that you talk to me? Is your girlfriend okay with you talking to a lot of girls? YES...but why? You must be very trust worthy, and you treat every girl sooo special...but you have a girlfriend? I don't know if I'm over thinking because all your friends say that you're a good person and you will not use someone or play with them. You treat me so special, you make me think that I have a chance, you know I like you yet you keep texting me, making me happy, I can never talk to anyone the same way I do to you, You say "We have so much in common it's really remarkable, you are like the other version of me"..... when you were with this one girl you said you liked how she was the other version of you... Why do you do this, YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND YOU KNOW I LIKE YOU Don't you think that I can be suffering because of how much I want to kiss you when we hug.... or when you make me feel like the only girl in the world... you do all this for me and that BUT YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND

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I rolled over. I was asleep, but then.... nothing Again. Air and emptiness Darkness laughing in my face No one there occupying this space No face to gently smile at, No soft body to hold onto, No one person who i know has my back. I smiled and thought, "how did it end up this way?" And then i remembered "oh right everyone I've ever cared about lives arbitrarily far away." See, whenever i meet someone new my brain goes on shuffle with no pause button, tangents fly like seagulls and eagles in every single discussion My own brain is responsible for the love i lack So i rolled over the other way, turning my back... -Neroamee Alucard

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Apr 18, 2018

Apr 18, 2018 at 12:23 PM UTC

neroameealucard

Rolled Over

I rolled over. I was asleep, but then.... nothing Again. Air and emptiness Darkness laughing in my face No one there occupying this space No face to gently smile at, No soft body to hold onto, No one person who i know has my back. I smiled and thought, "how did it end up this way?" And then i remembered "oh right everyone I've ever cared about lives arbitrarily far away." See, whenever i meet someone new my brain goes on shuffle with no pause button, tangents fly like seagulls and eagles in every single discussion My own brain is responsible for the love i lack So i rolled over the other way, turning my back... -Neroamee Alucard

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He is not real He is just a fantasy character But when he was supposedly died I wonder why did he choose the path of death? When he could just leave and go on with his life? Have his own family Marry Why did he choose to die alone? Defending his country? I judge him because he did not love I thought the world revolves around love But when I grew older I realize now why he chose that path Because there are things that love is not enough There are things you cannot just let go for the sake of love But what is love anyway? Even no matter how I observe Love is still a mystery to me Because I don't feel the need to sacrifice And lose all my senses There are things I am not willing to let go Just for something new Maybe he is the same Even though I was relieved that there is a possibility that he is alive That he disguised as someone else Yet he still choose to remain alone I used to question why Now I understand why

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Sep 20, 2017

Sep 20, 2017 at 3:36 PM UTC

Sierramademoiselle

Now I understand why

He is not real He is just a fantasy character But when he was supposedly died I wonder why did he choose the path of death? When he could just leave and go on with his life? Have his own family Marry Why did he choose to die alone? Defending his country? I judge him because he did not love I thought the world revolves around love But when I grew older I realize now why he chose that path Because there are things that love is not enough There are things you cannot just let go for the sake of love But what is love anyway? Even no matter how I observe Love is still a mystery to me Because I don't feel the need to sacrifice And lose all my senses There are things I am not willing to let go Just for something new Maybe he is the same Even though I was relieved that there is a possibility that he is alive That he disguised as someone else Yet he still choose to remain alone I used to question why Now I understand why

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There are clouds to my right, massive and grey, they inch forward across the sky. Beneath them a stationary sea of stone and cement. Unmoving waves that’d swallow me if I dared leave my perch. Around me are noises. Epic echoes that lend themselves to imaginings of war zones. In the distance I see flashes Brief man made stars of red, white, and blue. The clouds move in. A silent rolling mass. The temporary stars try to touch them. Their lives are too short. Shining down on me, The moon smiles, She knows what it’s like to be temporary. To need the strength of others to shine. To be born on path you can’t escape. I don’t. The star makers don’t. The builders and sailors don’t. We might think we do. We think we do. I glance behind me. To beat up a room that is only ever filled with lonely nights. To an apartment part of a tradition of temporary dwellers, With a floor more ocean than the roofs around me will ever be. New stars reach higher. I see one peek out from behind a cloud. My flatmates join me. We watch the fireworks together.

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Jul 13, 2017

Jul 13, 2017 at 9:33 AM UTC

Mottelz

On the Rooftop I Write of Loneliness

There are clouds to my right, massive and grey, they inch forward across the sky. Beneath them a stationary sea of stone and cement. Unmoving waves that’d swallow me if I dared leave my perch. Around me are noises. Epic echoes that lend themselves to imaginings of war zones. In the distance I see flashes Brief man made stars of red, white, and blue. The clouds move in. A silent rolling mass. The temporary stars try to touch them. Their lives are too short. Shining down on me, The moon smiles, She knows what it’s like to be temporary. To need the strength of others to shine. To be born on path you can’t escape. I don’t. The star makers don’t. The builders and sailors don’t. We might think we do. We think we do. I glance behind me. To beat up a room that is only ever filled with lonely nights. To an apartment part of a tradition of temporary dwellers, With a floor more ocean than the roofs around me will ever be. New stars reach higher. I see one peek out from behind a cloud. My flatmates join me. We watch the fireworks together.

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I feel the colors on my wall those silent memories of mine. In touch with the organized mess I've surrounded myself with. My finger tips glide and create presents for me to look at. Perhaps I'll share them when I wish to see smiles and connect with someone while looking to listen to the needs of beautiful people. The taste of pizza lingers on my lips like my favorite lyrics. Tomato kiss myself to satiation. I'll moan in gluttonous relief. I've got a library scattered amongst my sheets, smells of distant worlds. Pages that take me to perfumed forests and putrid blood baths. There's no need for the sensory deprivation that I've once endured. Though lonely at times, my room is true comfort in solitude.

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Dec 28, 2015

Dec 28, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC

tntcl

Sweet Silent Solitude

I feel the colors on my wall those silent memories of mine. In touch with the organized mess I've surrounded myself with. My finger tips glide and create presents for me to look at. Perhaps I'll share them when I wish to see smiles and connect with someone while looking to listen to the needs of beautiful people. The taste of pizza lingers on my lips like my favorite lyrics. Tomato kiss myself to satiation. I'll moan in gluttonous relief. I've got a library scattered amongst my sheets, smells of distant worlds. Pages that take me to perfumed forests and putrid blood baths. There's no need for the sensory deprivation that I've once endured. Though lonely at times, my room is true comfort in solitude.

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*His green eyes stare into mine Glistening in the candlelight Shifting their gaze as it flickers He kisses my hands and up my arms Melting my heart and the snow*

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Dec 26, 2014

Dec 26, 2014 at 7:44 PM UTC

WickedHope

Cuddling In The Loveseat

*His green eyes stare into mine Glistening in the candlelight Shifting their gaze as it flickers He kisses my hands and up my arms Melting my heart and the snow*

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~ *The pouting of her lips in perfect sync to the groove of her hips, in friction against mine. The heat of sweet sweaty swings each stroke firm and refined.* ~ . . . Alas, another daydream -

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Oct 19, 2014

Oct 19, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC

viromnibus

Resilient Urges.

~ *The pouting of her lips in perfect sync to the groove of her hips, in friction against mine. The heat of sweet sweaty swings each stroke firm and refined.* ~ . . . Alas, another daydream -

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