Poems

Best Friends

The glow of the screen burns at my eyes, reminding me of your presence, as I sit in the dark, not alone, but not quite together as well.
I see you in person and I feel a rush, an undeniably right feeling. It’s joy and it’s attachment, sprinkled with a bit of peace. Everything will be alright when I’m with you.
How do you make me feel like this? I simply can’t articulate how I feel when I’m with you. My one and only best friend, and the feeling is mutual. It feels like forever.
We don’t require anything or anything else. No false pretenses, no overthinking every word. Just pure happiness.
When I see you with others, I know it’s not true - but I feel like you drift away. You would rather connect to others than spend your time with me, as if I’m not worth your time. Horrible thoughts consume me, filling the heart that once soared with joy, with self-doubt and disappointment.
You come back to me, and the thoughts go, but they leave an aftertaste. Even though temporarily they are forgotten, I think back to it, replaying scenes in my head, overthinking what I may have done wrong to displease you. When it gets tough, I think back to you- and try to simulate the same feeling I get with you, but it’s impossible. You’re the only one who can make me happy like this. It’s a feeling of comfort, that someone actually makes time to talk, and puts the same amount of effort into this relationship we have.
I can get carried away, sharing everything with you, but then I observe, you don’t talk about yourself. You hide yourself behind your passions, choosing to talk about superficial things instead. I’m still happy that you would choose me to share yourself with. Thanks to you, the person I’m proud to call my best friend. You make me feel happy in a way nothing else can.

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• wow! love this poem it's really good! one little detail i noticed: "You come back to me, and the thoughts stay, but they leave an aftertaste." love this line, but usually aftertastes are left after something is gone, so if they both stay and leave and aftertaste it kind of doesn't make sense? unless you mean something else, of course! just something I noticed, overall, I love your work!!

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• omg its atypo mb :( i'll go ahead and fix that now. Thanks so much for the support and for pointing it out :D.

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• omg its atypo mb :( i'll go ahead and fix that now. Thanks so much for the support and for pointing it out :D.

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• omg its atypo mb :( i'll go ahead and fix that now. Thanks so much for the support and for pointing it out :D.

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Love?

Sometimes, I just want to be loved
Sometimes, I just want to be appreciated
Sometimes, I just want to be acknowledged
Am I asking for too much?

I want someone to tell me they love me,
And that I’m appreciated.
That all I do will matter someday,
And that I worked hard today.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m deserving of love.
What is love?
Is it the way I greet someone with a smile daily?
Or is it helping a friend?
Is it caring for my family?
Or is it consistently showing up for someone?

I think that even with
All the love I put out,
I will never deserve to be loved even half as much.
Maybe I’m asking for too much.

Maybe my expectations are too high
Is it too much to ask,
To be loved?
To see that others appreciate me?

They aren’t obligated at all,
In fact, I should be thankful that they even want to talk to me.
Because who really wants to talk to the fat girl?
The one who imagines everything to be picture-perfect
But her reality is blurry with tears, darkened by shadows.

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• its so amazing and also rlly relatible <3

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• its so amazing and also rlly relatible <3

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• i also rlly like how u used repitition

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• This is great I really enjoy how the words seem to flow together.

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• I reread this and for some reason I feel so related to it and I find it kind of like sad (idk what to put here that was the first word) I saw these and I also wanted to make some

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• I'm so happy to have inspired you! your comment made my entire day! If you have requests for any feelings you'd like seeing in a poem, please let me know and I'll try my best to create a poem based on it! <3

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What you gave me today,
I can’t even express how happy I was
Holding back tears of joy,
My body, it’s tingling with something.
Passion? Or maybe it’s just unexplainable.

You don’t even know that you do it but,
When things like that happen,
I feel undeserving of this love.
What did I do to deserve such a beautiful gift?

I’ve spilled the truth from my heart,
Damaging yours in the process.
But still I receive,
This undeniable love.

It fills my heart,
Makes my head spin.
Dizzyingly, electrifying love,
And I just can’t get enough.

Unaware, I smile.
Just thinking about you makes me excited,
Bringing back memories like a vivid movie
And I get to watch all the best parts.
The ones with you.

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Fear (I'm not good at titles)

Childhood fears.
The monsters under my bed,
The witches in my closet.
Ghosts in the dark
Made my father look under the bed every night.

But now I’ve learned.
Monsters don’t hide under the bed and jump at you.
The witches aren’t making potions in my closet.
Ghosts aren’t hiding just out of sight.

The real monsters are the ones
Who laugh from afar.
The real witches are the ones
Who manipulate you into doing their bidding.
The real ghosts are the ones
Who leave you wondering why they left you.

I’ve got to learn how to shield myself from these fears.
Because it won’t be my father defending me anymore.
I have to save myself from everyday horrors.

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Just one year.
12 months. 365 days.
It seems like so long.
But when I’m with you, hours pass by,
And I don’t even notice.

I’m done wasting my time.
From now, every minute we can,
We spend them together.
Make enough memories to last
Until we can be together again.

Sitting in our corner,
Our little world.
Nothing else matters in the little circle of calm.
Alas, now they will be just memories from old times.

On my stomach, outside.
The sun, warming my body pleasantly.
I stare at the bright, blue open sky.
It’s a beautiful view.
There were 2 things I could always know to be true.
The sky is blue, and you are always with me.
I guess only one is true now.

We’ll both be staring at the same blue sky,
We’ll both see the same twinkling stars.
We’ll never see each other again.

I don’t want to think about the future.
Because it means you’re going to leave me.
I’d rather savor every moment with you.
Spend every day as if it’s the last.
Laugh to the fullest, talk about everything and nothing.
Just enjoy each other’s presence.

You’ve been with me through thick and thin.
Every moment these 2 years,
You’ve been there.
I could not replace you, because you’re the constant.
The sun rises and sets; we are always together.

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How do I explain the way you make me feel?
It’s more than just happiness.
I think this is what heaven feels like.
I’m addicted to this high I get with you

I don’t care where we are,
You can choose the activity.
All that matters to me
Is your presence,
The fact that you choose me and I choose you.

When we’re apart,
You fill my thoughts
My brain always finds its way back to you
My brain always searching for the same joy you bring me
I could go on and on, fill an entire library
Just loving you, adoring you

I notice your every detail,
Things others wouldn’t think are important
But I know you care.

When you make your way to me,
When your eyes find mine across the room,
I feel found.
I feel like the luckiest girl in the world
That you would choose me above all others,
And that somehow, I could deserve you.

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How I see light

They say color is the visual perception of light.
But when I see you,
I see yellow
So happy to greet you.
I see blue,
Your presence makes me calm.
I see magenta,
Your energy makes me excited.
When I see you, my heart thuds,
Dizzy from the vibrant colors.
If they say color is the visual perception of light,
Then you are my definition of light,
Your soft rays painting my entire world.

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The Impostor

Seeing others succeed,
It makes my heart soar.
Outside, I’m cheering for them
On the sideline
But inside, I wonder:
When will it be my turn?

When will it be my turn to shine,
To take the spotlight?

When will it be my turn to be noticed,
To be appreciated?

I’m never enough,
I think when I compare myself to others.
I don’t deserve the successes,
That others have worked so hard to earn.

Because really,
What remarkable thing have I done?
I hunt for answers to this quandary,
But every time, my brain goes blank.

Why should I be recognized,
Among others who have earned it,
Deserved it.
I’d just be an impostor among them.

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For once, I want to be the loved and not the lover.
The muse and not the writer,
The taker and not the giver.
The victim and not the hero.
The child and not the caretaker.

Because I’m tired of playing this role.
I’m tired of giving everyone my 90%,
When all I have is 10%.
I’m tired of listening and not talking.

I’m tired of having to be mature for everyone,
And not having anyone to break down on,
When life takes everything out of me.
I’m tired of pitying people;
All our lives are hard!

Just because you seek attention for it
doesn’t make your issues more important,
doesn’t make us quiet souls any less hardworking.
It just shows how vulnerable you are
For needing someone to feel bad for you.

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Ode to Poetry

Poetry, Oh poetry,
You please my heart the most.
Whether it’s my finding my own feelings
Reflected on someone else’s page.
Or when life feels like too much,
I can tell you all my secrets.

They say,
“Stop being so sad” , “why are you so angry?”
So I stopped crying,
I stopped raging.

I knew in the end,
You would always be with me.

So I gave you my sadness,
Ugly flowing tears, slipping down my face.
Balled up tissues surrounding me,
And you made it beautiful.

I gave you my anger,
Gritted teeth and
clenched fists
And you made it echo.

Emotions are acceptable with you,

All that’s left after I unload myself on you
Is peace,
Emptiness,
Contentment

My thanks to you poetry,
For being there when no one else was,
For listening to my emotions when no one could,
And for saying what my words never could.

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