r/LonelyPoetsDepartment

I can’t stop thinking
I can’t stop my panicking
I can’t stop crying

My mind won’t stop going
My thoughts are fast and uncontrollably dark
The world is crumbling
I think I’m having a stroke
I’m going to lose my dad
People don’t like me
And on and on

I can’t stop thinking
I can’t stop panicking
I can’t stop crying

I loved you.
It's the real truth.
I really did.

I needed you, you know?
Like air.

Then it changed.
Just wanting.
Not needing.

Now, who will know?
Who can tell
if it was ever real?

When I lost you it was as if I lost myself. For my entire life you’ve been my best friend, a shoulder to cry on.. my mom.

I once told you I’d rather die first because I couldn’t handle losing you. You said parents are supposed to go first.

What kills me is that I found you and you were already gone. Earlier that night you seemed off and I asked if you were ok. You said yes and went to bed.

I’ll never forgive myself for not calling 911. There was no autopsy because dad said it wouldn’t change anything but it would have helped me understand.

I lost you and I don’t know why. I lost you and I lost a part of myself.

When last I sailed the seven seas,

A siren sang a song to me,

A reckless, vile harmony—

And now I sail no more.

’Twas stricken by a vicious gale,

Of wind and rain and icy hail.

Poseidon’s hand ripped up my sail—

And now I sail no more.

Years stranded on this barren rock,

With no cows to milk nor sheep to flock,

I long to see my native dock,

But I will sail no more.

Now let me make this one thing clear:

If a siren’s song you hear,

Cover tight both of your ears—

And sail forevermore.

And sail forevermore.

I don’t hate you.
I don’t love you any less on purpose.
I think I’m just getting tired
of reaching for a hand
that doesn’t reach back the same.
There was a time
I’d flirt and you’d meet me halfway,
a little joke, a little tension,
something hiding underneath our words
that neither of us had to explain.
Now I flirt,
you laugh,
then silence.
A different subject.
A different moment.
And I pretend I didn’t notice
how different that feels.
So maybe I’m disconnecting.
Not because I woke up
and decided you weren’t worth caring about,
but because every time I reach for that spark
and find nothing there,
a little piece of me stops reaching.
And you noticed.
You asked if I was okay.
I said I was.
And I wasn’t lying.
Because I’m not angry.
I’m not brokenhearted.
I’m not trying to punish you.
I’m just learning
that sometimes letting go
doesn’t feel like losing someone.
Sometimes it feels like
slowly realizing
you’re the only one
still holding on.
So I’ll stop chasing the old us.
I’ll laugh with you.
Talk with you.
Be there when it feels right.
But that part of me
that kept looking at you
hoping you’d look back the same?
I’m going to let him rest.
And if one day
you reach for me again,
maybe I’ll still be there.
Maybe I won’t.
For once,
I’m okay not knowing.