#theonethatgotaway
I have the fondest one with you
May it be as refreshing as your cup of coffee in the morning
Or as painful as when your favorite pet died
We met again after long years
You wore the brightest smile, as always.
You held my hand as if it's the first time holding it
We talked for hours, reminiscing we could have been if we stayed
May 25, 2025
May 25, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
Oh, there she goes again, stopping by your heart
It's not long till you'll want another start
The pain resides within you, you try to get away
But how can you, when your soul is saying "stay"?
You know it's wrong, it'll end badly
But she's got you on a hook wrapped around so tightly
How do you remove someone from your life in vain
If every stone from your path shouts their name.
It's like a parasite, an illness without a cure
So you try and try again just to be sure
I can't compete with her, no I wouldn't dare
For your eyes draw a love that doesn't compare,
But if I did, would I be the winner in such fight?
Or would I be the villain, two crossed out words in this path that feels "just right"?
Do I let that invisible string intertwine my brains
And feel the pain linger as it flows through my veins?
No,
The door is halfway open, window's completely gone,
I try and try again but for the love of god I can't move on
Compared your acne to constellations in the sky
The sun and moon to the gleam inside your eyes
So during every sunset, every night
I was always mesmerized, just looking at the light
Every laughter, every game, every joke you'd make
I cherished it cause I felt like it'd be the last memory I get to take
Never really asked myself why
But in a way, I wanted you to be mine
The eyes, the hair, the love is out of sight
Yet they reach my mind in the middle of the nigh
You say you like me, but not in the way that I want you to
I keep on waiting and waiting, oh what else am I to do?
So here I end my poem, but with a lot more to say
My kindest regards, to the one that got away.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 3:51 PM UTC
you stole my heart with music
playing in the background
while you danced around
flicking paint upon the canvas
as I sat and ate my breakfast
on a warm morning in July
your artwork always made me cry
a beauty I had never seen
while you worked in faded jeans
then one day you were gone
no paint, nor sun, nor growing song
I wondered if I had always been wrong
or if you had ever been
so I picked up pen and paper
and I began to write a caper
where a thief with rugged charm
and a smile that would disarm
robbed every single gallery
from San Diego to D.C.
and left a little rose
which is how I learned my prose
but soon the wonder faded
as I grew way past jaded
but I swear when you return
my ink will lose its angry burn
and I'll paint you a bouquet
and hope this time you'll stay
my heart won't lose its nerve
from my mission, I won't swerve
I'll write a symphony with my words
...the kind that you deserve
May 17, 2020
May 17, 2020 at 7:20 AM UTC
My ‘if only’
My inconsolable regret,
My struggle and my strength.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 5:48 PM UTC
although the years have now come and gone,
one thing i have never ceased to stumble apon,
was the extent to your personality; a touch of savage with
a heavenly grace,
while most boys would stop at the simple beauty of your face.
i may have choose wrong to attempt to stay away,
but ive always admired you beyond great dismay,
although my last hope of love with you may have far past expired,
with these drugs my broken heart and soul may be rewired,
but as long you may remain happy,
i must avoid all chance of getting sappy,
and every day that my mind may pass my own self regret,
for the lack of my actions in being a clueless boy; my mind shall
be forced to accept the unspeakable debt,
time after time it appeared to be only you reaching out your hand,
to your power i could not make words i found it hard too so much as stand,
and perhaps one day, i will once again, find the willpower to live,
thats so far lost; i may as well be a inmate ;in for life and bleeding out stuck with a shiv,
but then and only then my fire may reignite
finally past this existence, maybe even a delight
but until then ill keep up my smile,
cause i know apon a moments gaze; we both know its been awhile,
but can you really blame me; for years straight
after i only wanted our unhealthy love to wait
you treated me like i was nothing not even real, every time i tried ; or at least thats how you made it feel,
up until you decided to date my best friend now your both over there...
until i regain my emotional strength i may disassociate n pretend to not so much as care.
and i refuse to even acknowledge your attempt to openly declare,
about my lack of presence unaware,
that my dreams of you have just been those mistaken but of nightmares,
from the image of forever chasing you down the halls,
as all im left with is a false fading sense of hope ;awhile i move on to success and building up my protective walls,
even though i knew my chase would never come to a fair end,
but given all my assets; im still mainly heartbroken that once apon a time i lost such an amazing best freind....
Oct 30, 2018
Oct 30, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
I'm trying to find the right metaphor for the storm
but I ended up mumbling your name.
I can hear your bones break like thunder.
I can hear your cries against my windowpane,
thousands of miles from where you are.
You never thought I would stop running but I did.
I still remember the day when you beg my heart to settle down.
I still remember our little dance in the terrace,
two young people in the night,
experiencing forever in twelve hours.
You were the reason why I feel sad over the sound
of singing cicadas and heartbeats.
You were the reason why I stop leaving things unfinished.
Last night, a friend called and told me how you're doing.
I wonder if your scars still hurt when it's six degrees outside.
I want to cover your shoulder with words and moonlight until it softens.
Until you stop putting your hand on your chest at 2AM to keep it from howling.
I don't remember what type of storm you are anymore,
But I still remember you when it rains.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 8:06 AM UTC
Ours is not like a classic tragedy story that marks.
Nor like one of those Nicholas Sparks’.
Ours is too perfect to just let go,
but too painful to continue.
Ours is excruciatingly beautiful
to just coop in a book.
I’ve wrote down these words,
so everyone can look.
Ours is trouvaille.
Not a fairytale.
And if I get a chance,
I want to have it more than once.
In another life, I’ll fight harder.
In another life, we’ll be together.
There’s no need to let go of each other.
In another life, it’ll be you and me forever.
Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 1:56 PM UTC
We weren't going to make it
I knew the ending
You and that girl
Never really felt bad about it
She doesn't know
Our energy felt like magnets
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
Dread brought out from my forest of feelings.
I order myself around, head down, don't show your blush, your face is flushed, they're gone now look up.
Yes.
I have a crush; But this isn't just a crush its a crime, against God, my mother, that girl who just said gross.
More orders.
Sit down, look away as she smiles in your face because you will only fall harder for her.
Oh, how I wish I could touch her hair and see if its really as soft as it looks.
her eyes are so inviting and they seem deeper than the ocean.
Flawless or flaw filled skin I Don't care!
All I see is a beautiful girl that will never be mine, on the sidelines is where I stand at the dance.
Waiting for a dance with her that will never happen.
Just another to the puzzle and I'm exactly the perfect fit for a best friend just not a girlfriend.
Those eyes.
So full of wonder and joy but mine only filled with pain because she doesn't feel the same as I do.
Sit down, don't look around, don't breathe in her flowery scent as if is your last breath.
The roses only bloom in the spring but she is a rose of another breed, blossoming into the most beautiful flower all year round.
Slim fingers for a warm embrace, oh if I could trace the lines in her face I would remove every frustration.
Her mind is as beautiful as she, knowledge filled, ready to build up walls to keep everything out.
I want to tear down them down, see her frown turn up. My orders.
No!
Don't touch her rosy cheeks, stop trying to peak at her smile, when she asks you what's wrong brush it off!
If we could just go back to first grade where I first fell for her I would never have said hello.
Kept my mouth shut and taught my heart to do the same.
Most say that I'm confused and that I can never truly understand love but I do.
I love her!
My Final orders.
Be a Good Friend.
Don't cry.
Don't let her see you pain
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 1:14 PM UTC
One day I hope you look back,
At everything we once had,
and regret the things you said to me,
To ruin my life and make me sad.
Don't pretend you never had,
Any feelings for me,
And dont forget the words,
You used to say so easily.
Remember how I made your heart glow?
I guarantee you will never find,
Someone who loves you like i do,
but its your fault for being so blind.
Maybe you feel happy now,
but youll see in the long run,
That we were perfect together,
and that i could have been the one.
In a few years i guarantee,
Youll be sorry that you didn't stay,
And on that day you'll realize,
I was the one you let get away.
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 8:34 PM UTC
I want to know if you think of me too
I want to know why you gave up on me
And why you lied to me
I wish I hadn't given up on you.
Even if we didn't end up together in the end
I wish I would've given us a chance
So I'd know what it's like
And so I'd know if it would've worked out
I wish I would've pressed harder when I knew you lied
I wish I would've said yes to you once; you asked so many times
I wish I would've told you I'd still be with you when we talked
I'm sorry I reacted the way I did
I'm sorry I hurt you
I'm sorry I blew you off with no explanation
You were one of my best friends
You were my first love.
Did you know that?
You were.
I cared about you so intensely at such a young age
Part of me always will.
I assumed we'd get married
Did you know that too?
We had so much fun
We were such close friends
I want to know you're happy
I want to know you're doing well
I wish I could talk to you
And at least have you tell me those things.
But I can't say anything to you
It would be considered inappropriate
But we never got closure
Do you want that too, or is it just me?
I wish you knew these things
I have no idea what you think of me now
Or if you've forgotten about me
Or if I was special to you like you were to me
Or if you loved me too
And if so, if you'll always care about me
And never forget me
I'll never forget you
I'm sorry I was a **** to you when we were younger
I've gotten older, wiser, more mature, more understanding, and more loving
I'm sure we've both changed because everyone does
I've changed a lot, but otherwise, I'm the still same girl you were crazy about.
I never intended to hurt you
I did what I thought I needed to at the time
I've known better for quite a while now
And I'm sorry.
I hope you're happy
And that life is treating you well
I wish you the best
Know I always will, okay?
I wish you knew what you did to me
How I keep going back to it
That I'm hung up on it
Unless you'd think it's pathetic
My gosh, why can't I let you go?
I ridiculously pine
I know you've been idealized
And romanticized in my mind
But it started out so perfectly
We were just kids who became good friends
Then best friends
Then we came to care deeply for each other
We decided to wait until we were older to date
But then we never did
Because of me
I rejected you too many times
So eventually, you gave up on me
Now my mind has a warped reality
My heart still harbors you inside
And sometimes I'm reminded
****** why didn't I just kiss you?
I actually wish I knew what that was like
My gosh, am I horrible?
Utterly obscene?
I was so afraid to even date you
I think I ******* up big time
Did I?
Am I wrong?
How I wish I knew.
The world is not so black and white anymore
There is lots of gray
And it's nothing like I expected.
I miss you.
I miss us.
Please tell me you're okay.
Please tell me you're happy.
I wish I could send you a message somehow
So you'd know I'm sorry
And that I wish you well
For always
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC
It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d change the way
You perceive the world
It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d very slowly
Break down your walls
Like how a baby slowly learns to crawl
It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d make your life
Seem so interesting
Talk to you from morning till night
About your past, present, and even your future.
It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Whom you could never stop talking to
Because even when the world around you is chaotic
You know that in that person
There is only peace and happiness
And love
It’s not everyday
That you meet someone
Who’d leave
As easily as how they came
As if nothing ever happened between you two
As if their absence is nothing to you
And despite all the pain
Despite all the tears
Despite all the months you spent
Thinking of what went wrong
You choose to love
Because what else can you do
When you’ve met the one
And they let go of you?
Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 12:41 AM UTC
I don't want to listen to old voicemails over and over, taking me back to the damage I did and the distance I drew, listening to you love me so much, until you couldn't. Reminding me of my sick satisfaction as I drove you away just to know I'd be fine without you. And you moved on, long forgot about me. It's a year later and your recorded voice cripples me with a crave for closure I'll never get. But, still I listen to that voicemail out of the same sick satisfaction I get from pushing limits before it becomes self-destruction.
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 10:27 AM UTC
You and I,
We got high
together at the seven eleven at seventeen,
and listened to Fall Out Boy as he sang ironic one liners.
And we'd argue about what it would mean; too high to believe
the other was right, and then laughed at passing cars.
We stumbled to the graveyard and told ghost stories with wine,
and whiled away the hours dreaming of knights and dragons
in crystal towers far away across fable and time. I'd lift my proverbial flagon,
and you'd ****** it away, and whisper
"What am I
to you?" So sudden, and I was too high to answer it right at the time.
I stumbled. I mumbled. My words were all jumbled, and all that came out was:
"Thou art mine friend." Kind of lame, that word at the end. But I ended the sentence
With a laugh. I didn't know you were serious...
But...
I should have cut a word from the statement. Because if I was being serious too,
I'd have whispered back "Thou art mine."
In my mind, I relive the moment over again and again,
before you left and stumbled off into the dark,
I say "You are my princess, I'm your knight."
I say "When it's all ****** up, you make it all right."
I say all the right things and it culminates in a kiss by starlight,
but I mumbled,
words jumbled,
And you took the bottle of wine with you as you stumbled
alone into the dark till it took you away from my sight.
That night I sat alone and soliloquised what I didn't say right.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC
Our inconstant friendship is the product of our inability to be constant lovers.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 9:27 AM UTC
You will always be the one that got away
You're flying high without me
Since we went our separate ways
And here I stay
with my wings clipped
trying to get a grip on my life
so I can get you off my mind.
Did I give up to soon? Or did I make the right decision? It was killing me to wait, but now i fear there's something missing.
I'm happy with my life. But its not how I envisioned. Now I'm someone's wife and it kind of feels like prison.
How did I get here? When did I get in this position? I guess I need to learn to let go and just continue living.
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Sometimes I think about you.
I know it's been a while,
But there are these times that
You just cross my mind,
A glimpse of what was,
What could've been.
I remember those
Cold afternoons in your
Dorm room,
Your arms wrapped around mine
On your sofa couch,
Watching some cool movie
I had never been hip to before,
The laughter bouncing off our chests,
Reverberating against the off-white cement walls,
****** and maybe a little drunk,
But mostly just high off of our chemistry.
You were someone so different to me,
So full of stories of mischief and misunderstandings;
I used to get lost in your words,
Hanging onto every slightly twanged syllable.
You told me your secrets.
I let you unzip me,
Physically and mentally,
Seduced me so with your blue eyes
That I didn't even mind that you
Smoked cigarettes.
Months that felt like eternities
As I stumbled into a kind of love
I still don't comprehend,
So fleeting yet the moments
I spent with you
Are so vivid,
Sometimes so that I
Can almost feel the
Softness of your full lips...
You might just be that cliche,
That one
Who somehow got away.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
I don’t believe in
‘the one that got away’
you walk away,
both legs
knowing what you’re doing.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC
We all miss that one person
Through everything
No matter how many others
No matter how many rings
We all had that one person
That haunts us even today
Though we're committed
Their memory just won't fade
We all miss that someone
The One That Got Away
Apr 9, 2014
Apr 9, 2014 at 1:04 PM UTC