u/EmotionalBreak1133

I will not be one among the many,

A name you call when the night is empty.

I give my time, my heart, my care,

I need someone willing to meet me there.

If I make room for you in my days,

I expect the same in different ways.

I won't keep giving while you give less,

Then call it love and call it success.

I am not waiting to be your choice,

Nor fighting for a place among the noise.

I know the worth of what I bring,

And I won't chase what won't be a lasting thing.

You cannot make every woman rare,

And give each one a piece of you to share.

If everyone is special in your eyes,

Then no one is, and that's the lie.

I don't need promises dressed in gold,

Or pretty words that quickly grow cold.

I need your effort, the same as I do,

Not half a heart when I've given mine to you.

So if you cannot meet me halfway,

If I must chase you every day,

Then I'll stop reaching, I'll let you go

Because I deserve the love I show.

I would rather leave than lose my pride,

Or shrink myself to stay by your side.

I'd rather miss you from afar,

Than be convenient for who you are.

So choose what you want, and choose it true,

But don't ask me to share all of you.

I am not an option, not one of a few

I need to be chosen, with love that is honest and true.

I will not be one among the many,

A name you call when the night is empty.

I give my time, my heart, my care,

I need someone willing to meet me there.

If I make room for you in my days,

I expect the same in different ways.

I won't keep giving while you give less,

Then call it love and call it success.

I am not waiting to be your choice,

Nor fighting for a place among the noise.

I know the worth of what I bring,

And I won't chase what won't be a lasting thing.

You cannot make every woman rare,

And give each one a piece of you to share.

If everyone is special in your eyes,

Then no one is, and that's the lie.

I don't need promises dressed in gold,

Or pretty words that quickly grow cold.

I need your effort, the same as I do,

Not half a heart when I've given mine to you.

So if you cannot meet me halfway,

If I must chase you every day,

Then I'll stop reaching, I'll let you go

Because I deserve the love I show.

I would rather leave than lose my pride,

Or shrink myself to stay by your side.

I'd rather miss you from afar,

Than be convenient for who you are.

So choose what you want, and choose it true,

But don't ask me to share all of you.

I am not an option, not one of a few

I need to be chosen, with love that is honest and true.

I saw the solar eclipse this morning, and tonight I watched the meteor shower. Both were so beautiful, so quiet, and somehow so magical. And as if that wasn't enough, I even got the northern lights!!! 🩷

And somewhere in the middle of it all, I thought of him, the person I once cared about. Not out of bitterness, sadness, or longing, but simply wondering if he was looking at the same sky.

We once had a plan to sit together and watch the stars. It never happened.

Maybe that's why tonight felt a little bittersweet. We didn't get to share that sky together, but for a moment, I still wondered if he was somewhere beneath it, looking up too.

Some things don't have to hurt anymore to still be remembered. :)

Don't know why I posted this here on this subreddit though. Lol

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They always want to know my skin,

But never ask the soul within.

They trace my body like a map,

Then leave my heart behind the cracks.

Their hands can memorize my frame,

Yet never stop to ask my name.

They kiss my lips like they're a prize,

But never look into my eyes.

Each time they leave, I ask myself,

What part of me stayed on the shelf?

Is all I'm worth what they can touch?

Could who I am be worth as much?

I would have given all I own

Just to be chosen, fully known.

To have someone reach for my hand

Before they reached for my skin instead.

So here I am, still asking why

My heart is always passed right by.

If all they want is flesh to hold,

Will anyone love me when I grow old?

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They always want to know my skin,

But never ask the soul within.

They trace my body like a map,

Then leave my heart behind the cracks.

Their hands can memorize my frame,

Yet never stop to ask my name.

They kiss my lips like they're a prize,

But never look into my eyes.

Each time they leave, I ask myself,

What part of me stayed on the shelf?

Is all I'm worth what they can touch?

Could who I am be worth as much?

I would have given all I own

Just to be chosen, fully known.

To have someone reach for my hand

Before they reached for my skin instead.

So here I am, still asking why

My heart is always passed right by.

If all they want is flesh to hold,

Will anyone love me when I grow old?

I used to dance until I lost my breath,

Sing until my voice had nothing left.

When I was happy, when I was in love,

My heart would rise like a soaring dove.

But months have passed since I felt that light,

The songs feel heavy, they don’t feel right.

No music playing, no dancing feet,

Just quiet rooms and memories I keep.

I miss the girl who laughed so free,

Who found her joy in every melody.

The one who smiled without any fear,

And held onto love so bright and clear.

I miss the way my heart would sing,

The little joys that love would bring.

The way my soul would dance so bright,

Before my world faded from sight.

Maybe someday I’ll hear those songs again,

The ones that held my joy back then.

Maybe my feet will move with the sound,

But right now I’m still lost in the ground.

So let me be quiet, let me stay,

Let me miss what I lost along the way.

I know that my music is somewhere near,

But I’m not ready to listen yet, I fear.

I've read about the do's and don't's during this cycle, but it's our actions and choices for the better. But as an Aquarius, what should we expect during this time? Is there a major changes or shifts that isn't on our control? How about the Leos towards us? Or us to them?

She was the girl who'd take the blame,

Though none had ever called her name.

She'd stand where broken pieces lay,

And ask what she had done that day.

When someone left without goodbye,

She searched herself instead of why.

She traced each word, each silent part,

Until she found fault in her heart.

She'd tell the rain she was to blame

For every flood that ever came.

She'd beg the wind to be less wild,

As though it listened to a child.

She thought that love was earned by grace,

By smiling through the hardest days.

By being softer, being small,

Enough to never lose at all.

Yet every answer that she found

Was built on fear, not solid ground.

For hearts can wander, seasons change.

Not every loss is yours to claim.

She'd face a wound and whisper low,

"I'm sorry that I bled so."

As though the cut upon her skin

Began because of something within.

But flowers never caused the snow,

Nor rivers made the mountains go.

And gardens aren't the reason why

Some travelers simply pass them by.

So if a soul should walk away,

It does not steal your worth that day.

For storms don't come because you're weak

They simply find the skies they seek.

One day you'll lay that weight aside,

No longer letting guilt decide.

You'll lift your head, and finally see

The storm was never meant to be...

Your proof that you were hard to love.

It only proved

it chose to leave.

She was the girl who'd take the blame,

Though none had ever called her name.

She'd stand where broken pieces lay,

And ask what she had done that day.

When someone left without goodbye,

She searched herself instead of why.

She traced each word, each silent part,

Until she found fault in her heart.

She'd tell the rain she was to blame

For every flood that ever came.

She'd beg the wind to be less wild,

As though it listened to a child.

She thought that love was earned by grace,

By smiling through the hardest days.

By being softer, being small,

Enough to never lose at all.

Yet every answer that she found

Was built on fear, not solid ground.

For hearts can wander, seasons change.

Not every loss is yours to claim.

She'd face a wound and whisper low,

"I'm sorry that I bled so."

As though the cut upon her skin

Began because of something within.

But flowers never caused the snow,

Nor rivers made the mountains go.

And gardens aren't the reason why

Some travelers simply pass them by.

So if a soul should walk away,

It does not steal your worth that day.

For storms don't come because you're weak

They simply find the skies they seek.

One day you'll lay that weight aside,

No longer letting guilt decide.

You'll lift your head, and finally see

The storm was never meant to be...

Your proof that you were hard to love.

It only proved

it chose to leave.

She was the girl who'd take the blame,

Though none had ever called her name.

She'd stand where broken pieces lay,

And ask what she had done that day.

When someone left without goodbye,

She searched herself instead of why.

She traced each word, each silent part,

Until she found fault in her heart.

She'd tell the rain she was to blame

For every flood that ever came.

She'd beg the wind to be less wild,

As though it listened to a child.

She thought that love was earned by grace,

By smiling through the hardest days.

By being softer, being small,

Enough to never lose at all.

Yet every answer that she found

Was built on fear, not solid ground.

For hearts can wander, seasons change.

Not every loss is yours to claim.

She'd face a wound and whisper low,

"I'm sorry that I bled so."

As though the cut upon her skin

Began because of something within.

But flowers never caused the snow,

Nor rivers made the mountains go.

And gardens aren't the reason why

Some travelers simply pass them by.

So if a soul should walk away,

It does not steal your worth that day.

For storms don't come because you're weak

They simply find the skies they seek.

One day you'll lay that weight aside,

No longer letting guilt decide.

You'll lift your head, and finally see

The storm was never meant to be...

Your proof that you were hard to love.

It only proved

it chose to leave.

A Love Note to My Body

(Inspired by Cleo Wade)

Thank you, heart, for beating on,

Even when my hope was gone.

Thank you, gut, for guiding me,

And loving me unconditionally.

I wake today and choose my truth,

Rooted in my inner youth.

I bought it for your waiting eyes,

For dreams beneath forgotten skies.

A quiet wish in delicate lace,

Still searching for its rightful place.

I chose it with such careful hands,

For moments only love had planned.

Never thinking hope would fade,

Before those dreams were ever made.

It waits untouched inside the drawer,

Just as it did the day before.

Still holding all it could not say,

Still folded softly, packed away.

I bought it for your waiting eyes,

For love that never came alive.

A gift that never found its way,

Yet keeps your memory every day.

Should I fold it with goodbye,

Or let another love walk by?

Would wearing it mean I've moved on,

Or that what we had is truly gone?

Perhaps I'll leave it where it sleeps,

With promises it softly keeps.

For though another hand may trace,

Yours was the dream behind the lace.

I bought it for your waiting eyes,

For dreams beneath forgotten skies.

A quiet wish in delicate lace,

Still searching for its rightful place.

I chose it with such careful hands,

For moments only love had planned.

Never thinking hope would fade,

Before those dreams were ever made.

It waits untouched inside the drawer,

Just as it did the day before.

Still holding all it could not say,

Still folded softly, packed away.

I bought it for your waiting eyes,

For love that never came alive.

A gift that never found its way,

Yet keeps your memory every day.

Should I fold it with goodbye,

Or let another love walk by?

Would wearing it mean I've moved on,

Or that what we had is truly gone?

Perhaps I'll leave it where it sleeps,

With promises it softly keeps.

For though another hand may trace,

Yours was the dream behind the lace.

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She was snow where silence grew,

Quiet heart in morning dew.

He was sun with streets so wide,

Warmth that always rushed inside.

She spoke slow like falling frost,

Careful with what love had cost.

He moved fast like summer air,

Never knowing weight of care.

Her world slept in shades of white,

Soft and still beneath the night.

His world burned in gold and light,

Always loud and always bright.

She built trust from broken things,

Careful of what closeness brings.

He gave warmth without a chain,

Never meant to cause her pain.

Two different skies, same fragile thread,

Words unsaid, and things unsaid.

Snow and sun in separate skies,

Yet they met in muted ties.

Not forever, not to stay,

Still they changed each other’s way.

One became a softer view,

One remembered feeling true.

And though they drifted, far apart,

They left a mark inside each heart.

Snow still glows with borrowed sun,

Sun still misses where she’s from.