"clingy" poems
Ang istorya nati’y parang liham...
Sisimulan ko sa panimulang pagbati.
Ito yung mga panahong bago palang tayong magkakilala.
Yung mga panahong kaibigan palang ang turing natin sa isa’t isa.
Dito ko nakita ang ‘yong nagniningning na mga mata,
at may nakita akong nakakabighani sayo na hindi nakikita ng iba.
Ito yung mga panahong nagkakakilala palang tayo.
Mga panahong wala pa tayo sa puntong “Tayo”,
at ang pinakaimportante sa lahat,
Panimulang Pagbati.
Dito nagsimula ang lahat.
Nagsimula sa simpleng chat,
na nagsasabing: “Ikaw lang ang gusto ko sa lahat.”,
at mula noo’y nagbago ang lahat.
Ito na yung susunod...
Katawan.
Ito yung mga panahong masaya tayong nagmamahalan.
Araw-araw tayong nagtetext at nagtatawanan,
sa mga corny pero sweet nating banatan.
Buong araw, buong gabi, na parang wala nang katapusan.
Ito yung mga panahong patay na patay tayo sa isa’t isa.
Mga panahong lumabas ang pagka-clingy nating dalawa.
Halo-halong mga emosyon ang ating nadarama,
yung tipong gulong gulo ka na’t wala ka nang maisip kundi siya.
Sa panahong ito’y napakasaya nating dalawa, ngunit...
ngunit parte ng katawan ay ang konklusyon.
Ito yung mga panahong paunti-onti nang naglalaho ang “Tayo”.
Mga masasayang emosyon ay nawala nalang sa dako,
at ang mga masasayang araw ay paunti-onti naring naglalaho,
hanggang sa dumating na sa puntong...
Ito na ang huling pagbati.
Ngunit...
Ngunit may isa pang parte ng liham na dapat hindi natin balewalain...
Ang Lagda.
Sapagkat ito ay simbolo.
Simbolo na tapos na ang lahat,
at tinalo na ng emosyon ang ating lakas,
at isa rin itong uri ng pag-uulat,
na parang liham, kung merong simula’y meron ring wakas.
May 16, 2019
May 16, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
Sorry
For texting you, for bugging you,
for annoying you.
for thinking of you day and night.
by being clingy and possessive.
for staying by your side every time you push me away.
Sorry I get worried about you.
for needing your attention,
for being needy to you.
Sorry for loving you.
I'm very sorry... I can't unlove you.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 5:58 PM UTC
Pushed in the sandbox,
head in the clouds.
They call you names,
so you scream out loud.
You are brave,
and proud,
cheetah child.
Holding you down,
pinned to the ground,
but still so alive
with that clingy smile.
You are sweet,
and strong,
cheetah child.
Warming the frozen,
hearing the silent,
Never getting caught,
You are so cunning,
and wild,
cheetah child.
Running so fast,
too fast to catch,
a smile to all passed.
You are unstoppable,
lighting up,
and so so fast.
wild,
wild,
cheetah child.
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
WELL I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING INSECURE
I APOLOGIZE FOR WISHING TO HEAR SOMETHING THAT I HONESTLY FIND HARD TO BELIEVE FFS I KNOW I'M ANNOYING AND I KNOW I'M CLINGY AND I KNOW I CARE WAY TO MUCH ABOUT SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T CARE BACK
I APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING A HEART THE SIZE OF THE MOON
I APOLOGIZE THAT YOU TOOK A SPACE SHIP AND LEFT YOUR MARK ON IT!
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING FOR ONCE IN A LONG TIME TO FEEL LIKE SOMEONE ACTUALLY CARES
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO TALK TO YOU FOR MORE THEN TEN MINUTES
I APOLOGIZE FOR CARING
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO HEAR WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY
I APOLOGIZE FOR HANGING OFF YOUR WORDS BECAUSE I FIND THEM AMAZING
I APOLOGIZE FOR MESSAGING YOU A COUPLE TIMES IN A ROW BECAUSE NO ONE ELSE TAKES THE TIME TO EVEN LOOK INTO MY HEART AND CARE WHAT I THINK
I APOLOGIZE FOR CARING ABOUT YOUR OPINION
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING A STRAIGHT ANSWER FOR ONCE INSTEAD OF UP AND DOWN ROLLER COASTER **** WHERE ONE DAY YOU MAKE ME THINK YOU CARE THEN THE NEXT IGNORE ME LIKE IM A ******* BEE IN YOUR EAR.
I APOLOGIZE FOR ALWAYS BEING THE FIRST TO MESSAGE YOU
I APOLOGIZE FOR PRETENDING TO NOT BE HURT WHEN YOU GIVE ME ONE WORD RESPONSES
I APOLOGIZING FOR KNOWING YOU HAVE DEPRESSION AND KNOWING IT SOMETIMES EFFECTS YOU BUT I CANT TAKE NOT KNOWING IF I AM JUST A BOTHER
I APOLOGIZE I NOTICE WHEN YOU DROP AWAY LIKE A BIRD SHOT OFF A TELEPHONE LINE
I APOLOGIZE FOR GIVING A **** AND FEELING LIKE MAYBE JUST ******* MAYBE YOU MIGHT FEEL THE SAME
I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT BEING WHAT YOU WANT
I APOLOGIZE FOR ASSUMING YOU HAVE OTHERS BUT WITH MY PAST HOW COULD I NOT?!?!
I APOLOGIZE FOR SEEING HINT TRACES OF COMPASSION IN YOU THAT MAKES ME FALL HEAD OVER HEELS FOR YOU
I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT BEING OKAY EVERY DAY
I APOLOGIZE FOR NOT ALWAYS KNOWING WHAT TO SAY OR HOW TO SAY WHAT I WANT TO SAY
I APOLOGIZE FOR CARING.
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO READ MORE INTO YOU
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO KNOW THE REAL YOU
I APOLOGIZE FOR WANTING TO GET BEHIND YOUR MASK
I APOLOGIZE FOR READING INTO THE SIGNS WRONG BUT THEY LOOK LIKE A FOREIGN LANGUAGE.
I APOLOGIZE FOR BEING HUMAN
AND LASTLY
I APOLOGIZE FOR APOLOGIZING FOR WHAT I DIDN'T DO WRONG.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Where we shoveled coal into the furnace was an inconsiderable door. Behind it held ***** chubby cherubs with cherry tomato noses, whose job it was to keep the fires of our parent's liquor cabinets full. This they did to keep them from constantly beating us, but the happy distraction did not always work. So, we would pluckily go. Go to the scuzzy pond at dusk with kerosine lanterns and listen for croaks. We tied forks to the ends of canes or stakes and would gig bullfrogs for dinner. It became only momentarily mortifying, but was always a choice way of ridding our sisters and other clingy girls of our company. We'd fry the legs in cornstarch and pepper flakes and be allowed to share with the adults their beer if it was a good catch. Usually, it was. Most of forever we waited for teaberry season, always the best time of the year. Though it was hotter than Beelzebub's bath water we'd go swimming in that **** pond to reach our favorite teaberry patches. This ensured our riches and fame throughout our Appalachian village. Everyone would eat teaberry ice cream and sing our names and no one beat us on those days.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 3:08 PM UTC
No food
No sleep
I can't let these things reach out and speak sweet lies
I can't let food call my name
I can't let sleep drown my thoughts
I shouldn't eat
I can't sleep
This is me
I am broken girl
Who can't eat
In fear I weigh too much
I am a broken girl who can't sleep
For my thoughts and memories
Haunt me too much
I am a broken girl who answers 'how are you?'
With 'I'm alright' even when I'm not even close
Because I don't want you to worry
I don't want you to fret
Over a broken soul
I am a broken girl who says 'I have been busy'
when someone asks me why I haven't done something
I have been busy just not in the way they think
I have been busy trying not to give into hunger
I have been busy fixating on how I'm broken
I have been busy
But not in the way they think
I am a broken girl who has let her demons
creep up on her too much
I am a broken girl who has surrendered
her soul
I am a broken girl who dates so she feels
worth something because I don't when I'm alone
I date because I need to depend on someone
Because I am not dependable for anyone
Let alone myself
I date so I can hear someone say I love you
So I can hear someone call me beautiful
Cute
Amazing
And so many other things
Even if I don't believe it
I am a broken girl who has lost so many relationships
Five to death
And so many others just because they left
I was no longer good enough
No longer happy enough
No longer
PRETENDING
I am a broken girl who pretends
And when I stop people leave
Because I am too broken
I am too clingy
I am too demanding
I'm just not enough
Or I'm too much
THIS IS ME
But no one sees
Until I let them
And when I do they worry
But please don't worry
Because you didn't when you didn't know
So why worry now?
I'm still the same me
You just couldn't see all the flaws that my eyes do
You don't see the way I do
I see a girl who's eyes are too big
I see a girl who isn't thin enough
I see a girl who's hair doesn't suit her no matter what
I see a girl with too many scars
I see a girl
But I don't
For all I can see now is a walking flaw
And no one knows that
THIS IS ME
Apr 19, 2018
Apr 19, 2018 at 1:20 PM UTC
I'm so sorry.
For avoiding you,
Ignoring you.
Feeling jealous
When you talk to other girls.
Yet not bothering
To make the first move.
When I do,
I'm sorry
If I appear clingy.
I'm not good enough for you.
But I wonder,
Does all this matter to you?
Sorry, for disturbing you.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
i need some company
im lonely and im sad
i feel like a burden
and my mind is tortured daily
im sorry im a clingy ******* mess
but i still feel like im drowning
im still afraid im gonna sink
please dont let me fall
please hold me
please dont let me go
i need your arms wrapped around me
i need to know
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
he wouldn’t mind if you will become clingy & possessive.
in fact he love it when you are doing those actions.
every time someone is scrutinizing him
when you two wandering around.
when someone is telling their feelings for him,
when he is talking to other girls.
when he does not answer your calls and messages for nothing
so that when you two meet the day after that
you are ****** for being paranoid and
he is going to see your cute expressions
that makes him smile,
feeling ease,
flatter his heart,
make him want to kiss you,
and makes him love you even more.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
What I bring to the table is Sensitivity, Sincerity, Compassion,
Honesty and Respect
What I bring to the table is Intelligence, Good Grace and Humour,
Understanding and Confidence
What I bring to the table is Generosity in spirit and Deeds, Calmness and Reflection, Strength, Bravery and Courage
What I bring to the table is a Caring Soul, a Good Heart and Faith,
Loyalty and Truthfulness and Trust
What I bring to the table is Versatility, Competence and Originality
What I bring to the table is the Love of Romeo and Real Passion
unrivalled..........
So tell me why I am being GREEDY if I say I do not care if I eat alone!
Am I to blame if some chose not to see
Am I to blame if stunted pride and ego blinds
Am I to blame if stupidity and foolishness abound
Am I to blame if complexes and insecurities assail some
Am I to blame if dishonesty and fickleness is more appealing
Am I to blame if envy and jealousy blind eyes and minds in others
Am I to blame if they term caring and attentive as clingy
Am I to blame if they term Intelligence and Honesty as arrogance
Am I to blame if they term Strength, Bravery and Courage as Male
Chauvanism
Am I to blame if they term Intelligence Competence and originality
as Controlling
Am I to blame when they lack the Ability to look honestly and truthfully within themselves before pointing their fingers
So tell me why I am being GREEDY if I say I do not care if I eat alone
So tell me why I am being GREEDY if I say I do not care if I eat alone
at my table..........
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 3:33 PM UTC
I'm sorry I'm not good enough
I'm sorry I don't get these jokes
I'm sorry I don't know who you're talking about
I'm sorry you have to be friends with me
I'm sorry I'm so clingy
I'm sorry I dump all my problems on you
I'm sorry you have to deal with my 'moments'
I'm sorry I can't help you
I'm sorry you feel obliged to include me
I'm sorry I can't reply right now because of my stupid head
I'm sorry I'm not funny
I'm sorry I pressure you to tell me stuff that's none of my business
I'm sorry I'm so stupid
I'm sorry I'm so insecure
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
I'm so, so, sorry
Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 2:47 PM UTC
Ignore me
I am too blind
To see
What you mean
When you say,
"I don't want to see you anymore."
Ignore me
I am too deaf to hear
Your voice in the crowd
I can't even control my tears
When you shout out loud,
"I don't want to see you anymore"
Ignore me
I am too clingy
I don't know
When you don't want to see me
Because you're being polite,
So just don't talk to me.
Ignore me,
I don't deserve anything,
I don't deserve to get fake love
I don't deserve these useless white wings,
I am satan,
I don't deserve any kind of love.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
The tests say 98% neurotic.
The doctor says I'm just passionate.
My parents say I'm too sensitive.
Lovers say I'm too clingy.
I say I'm just ******* crazy.
I feel everything so deeply.
Love is so instense.
Fear is crippling.
Pain is paralyzing.
Joy is euphoria.
Maybe I'm too passionate,
Or emotional,
Or sensitive,
Or whatever.
But I know one thing,
That I'm deeply,
Madly,
Cripplingly,
And euphorically,
In love with you.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Drift
Noun
A slow and gradual movement or change from one place, condition, etc. to another
Drifting
Verb
The ********* feeling in the world
It’s like, were still friends but we’re transitioning into acquaintances,
maybe even strangers in the near future
Daily conversations start to get rusty
And every word said feels like so much effort
Real talk, becomes small talk, and soon, maybe even no talk
Maybe we’ve just exhausted the list of things to talk about
And you know everything you wanted to know about me and I know everything I wanted to know about you
Or maybe you’ve reached your word limit or something, I don’t really know
But what most people don’t know about drifting is that
Drifting can be a one sided process
Like I’m here freaking out about our friendship and how we haven’t talked in days
And you're just there, probably not even noticing that we haven’t had a single conversation
If our friendship was a group work
I’d be that person doing everything, trying to fix things, putting so much effort
And you’re the one who seenzones the facebook group chat
It’s like we were on boats and suddenly a current rips us apart and if you just pull me in your boat everything will be okay
But no, the current is pulling me away from you and I am using all my strength to paddle back to you
And you don’t even notice and you even find the time to take a swim
Our friendship was a rubberband
You were holding one end, I was holding the other,
The rubberband stretched as the friendship grew, it got tighter and tighter
and suddenly, you decided that rubber bands weren't cool so you let go and i got slapped in the face by our friendship
It’s like wanting to chase you, but not wanting to chase you
Because it can come off as clingy
It’s like wanting to talk to you but I don’t
because I don’t want to disturb you
and that ***** cos you're the only one I want to talk to
but I'm probably not the one you want to talk to
so I just scratch the idea out of my head
and think of another way to talk to the person I once had endless conversations with
the hardest part in drifting is deciding what to do
should I let go?
Because they say that drifting is just a sign from God that you’ve learned everything you can from that person, right
And if I do let you go and we’re meant to stay friends aren’t we eventually going to find our way back to each other?
Or should I hold on, on this one-sided stretched rubberband of ours
and try to fix something that might not even be broken in your eyes
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:24 PM UTC
I stick to you like a parasite
Leeching into your soul; a stronghold
My spiders web has you ensnared
When you leave I pull you back
You may find it an irritance or endearing
When I say I'll never let you go
Because aside from pretty words
You know I truly mean it
Oh no I'm not a stalker!
But if you leave me darling
I swear I'm never going to let you go
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Here we go again
Not a single word in sight
No attempt at contact
Did I do something wrong?
Or are you ignoring me
Am I too clingy for you?
I don't believe a simple "Hello"
Every once in a while
Is considered too much
Maybe you're busy
And I'm overreacting
I can't help
But to worry myself sick
All these what if scenarios
Only to conclude you are alright
The sun resets itself
Leaving us another cyclical day
Of worry and ignorance
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 7:00 PM UTC
Yes I am clingy,
But you will never find someone
There for you like I will be.
Yes I am needy,
But when you need reassurance
I’ll be full of soothing words.
Yes I am jealous,
But you will never find someone
More loyal than me.
Yes I am possessive,
But you will never find someone
That values you like I do.
Yes I have flaws, I am human. Please don’t fault me for loving the way I do.
Dec 12, 2017
Dec 12, 2017 at 4:32 AM UTC
I have a strong dislike for you.
At first it was fine.
You tried to cater and be kind.
Make me feel like your home was mine.
But now I must express why I hate you
half of the time.
You became clingy-
and it went downhill from there.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 7:15 PM UTC
When it comes to matters of the heart
it pays to be both wise and smart.
Be proactive and take care
of vulnerable hearts who take Love’s dare.
Perhaps a stress test would be smart
before old Cupid slings his dart.
Be sure your pulse is strong and steady
Not weak and racing and unready
Take Flax seed oil as a precaution,
before you dip into that Ocean
besides the undertow of emotion.
The mermaids that beset your dinghy
may tend to be a little clingy
The sea of love is cold, I’ve found
Tho oft I’ve floundered, I’ve never drowned
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 9:56 PM UTC
Sit up straight
chest out
Legs together
DON'T SLOUCH
smile,
Smile,
YOU SHOULD SMILE MORE
you'd look prettier
Brush your hair,
tight bun,
no stray hairs,
you'll look sloppy
no Man wants a girl like that
you should eat less
no Man wants a girl who eats too much
don't eat that
that's the reason for your stretch marks
you'll get fat
don't be fat
No Man wants a fat girl.
don't wear short skirts we don't want to see that...cellulite
LOSE WEIGHT
LOSE WEIGHT
LOSE WEIGHT
LOSE WEIGHT
LOSE WEIGHT
...she's too skinny
"she looks anorexic haha"
Ew pimples,
dark circles under your eyes!
COVER THEM UP.
"Why are you wearing make up?
I only like girls with "natural" makeup",
don't wear that red lipstick
you'll look like a *****
"Dude she is such a **** look how short her dress is"
"She's such a ***** show some leg, you're not a nun"
"She should loosen up, take a few shots, she's so up tight"
"Look at how much she has had to drink, she's so loose"
Men don't like girls who...yell
Men don't like girls who...swear
Men don't like girls who...drink
Men don't like girls who...smoke
Men don't like girls who...wear too much
Men don;t like girls who...wear too little
Men don't like girls who...play hard to get
Men don't like girls who...are too easy
Men don't like girls who...eat too much
Men don't like girls who...don't eat
Men don't like girls who...are too clingy
Men don't like girls who...don't give them attention
Men don't like girls who...
Men don't like girls who...
Men don't like girls who...
STOP
I am a WOMEN.
Nov 28, 2018
Nov 28, 2018 at 3:57 AM UTC
Dating & Relationships are Complete Madness.
where do you draw the line between clingy and genuine desire
of course I desire Your presence
if I didn’t then you wouldn’t have My time
does that make me clingy?
I believe If a man Wants a woman
the woman does not need to ever Ask
or suggest
or sit back and Wonder quietly
in fear of being “clingy” upon muttering
the words “I miss you”
"hello:
"how was your day"
or
”:)”
does “:)” even say too much
my god why isn’t there a way to read the mind
i feel like i’m regurgitating my own words
and thoughts of words
the way they come to me so easily and
then fester in my stomach tickling
the back of my tongue
pressing on my lips
they nearly spill
and just before they do
i swallow them right back up
and say nothing
leaving you hungry
in the same way
i am hungry for you
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
Why am I scared?
The last time I ate with a friend they said goodbye.
Maybe I'm scared of losing you.
Maybe I'm scared of being alone again.
Maybe I'm scared I'm being clingy.
Maybe I'm scared you're mad at me.
Maybe I'm scared I'm taking away time from being with work friends.
Maybe I'm scared of hurting you.
Maybe I'm scared of eating too fast or too slow.
Maybe I'm scared of having nothing to talk about.
Maybe I'm scared of being early.
Maybe I'm scared of being late.
Maybe I'm scared of hugging you too long or too hard.
Maybe I'm scared of talking to loud.
Maybe I'm scared of my leg acting up.
And maybe I'm scared of falling in love again.
Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:06 AM UTC