r/Poem

Are you okay?
Are you eating enough?
Are you safe?
Do you know where you are?
What do you need from us?
How can I help you?
Is there a next of kin?
Are you planning on self harm?
Do you have enough food?
How's money?
Is there someone I can call?
I am sorry for your loss.
Are you looking after yourself?
What about personal hygiene?
How are you feeling?
Do you know why you're here?
Do you have any family?
How's your mood?
How do you pass the time?
Are you sure there isn't someone I can call?
Are you sure?
Are you sure?

​

Red is the first cry of dawn,

The last ember clinging to night.

It blooms in the rose,

Burns in the fire,

And beats beneath every heartbeat.

It is courage before the battle,

Love before the first embrace,

Anger that refuses silence,

And hope that survives every storm.

Red is not merely a color—

It is a pulse,

A promise,

A reminder that to live

Is to burn a little brighter.

“How close can you stand before you start becoming me?”

My curves draped in apricots, tangerines, and butterscotch jewels.

My crown…

a perilous flag woven from black ribbons and unlucky fools.

“You can Call Me Fire.

Let’s not worry about tricky things like...

Rules.”

My breath, the scent of cinnamon depending on my muse.

My belly,

Monarchs fluttering, too chaotic for perfection.

Wherever I dance, the world becomes my question.

I asked you to come.

You came.

We arrived.

Love alone isn't
enough
so, what is?

Perhaps:

A dash of willingness
A shot of bravery
A pinch of empathy

Maybe
a cup, chipped is fine,
overflowing with
gratitude

Combine.
Let it rise,
Taste.

I'm still measuring.

there's a dead butterfly in the corner of the playhouse

stuck in a spider's web

bathed in dusty sunlight

i was scared, so we didn't play there

yet i always made sure to check

see it still haunting those decrepit wooden walls

poor little butterfly

stuck for centuries

inside a house nobody wants

and the spider never comes

Woke up today with

a strange wish

to disappear quietly

and be found nowhere,

by noone

To let tears steam

Without

Having

To wipe them

Away from scores

Fought against it for a while

and wondered

what would

winning look like if I did?

Then saw

my old books on the table

One was open

where I had left it years ago

And I understood the betrayal of time

I have lived here, yes

Paid rent. Answered names

Smiled when required

But I have never belonged

to this well-lit world

Would I return to the same sorrow?

Love the same impossible person?

Lose yet again what was never mine?

Yes

With less pride this time

But yes

And when

the last evening arrives,

do not ask where I went

For

I was never fully here

I only stayed

long enough

to make

my absence believable

And when I reach there,

late as always,

I will not defend my life

I will say only this

I was sincere

in every ruin

I am always in love with the untouchables,

Unreachable.

The one I can't hold,

I cant embrace.

A the story that guard you like a fortress wall,

A status, a mountain towering and cold.

A past prince still charms from the shadows,

A past haunting like you've been curse.

A beautiful mirage I chase in vain,

Screaming for your warmth, but not aloud

I still hope for the day your hands embrace me,

But the distance is a chasm wide and deep.

It is too far, it freezes me to the marrow,

A cold that tears apart the soul I keep.

a peom i wrote about him but will never get courage to send him.

its called " just friends"

You came into my life when I had convinced myself

I didn't need anyone.

You stayed so quietly

that I never noticed you had already built your pillars

inside my heart.

Wasn't it just you being curious?

Just simple, innocent questions

and me answering without a second thought.

Somewhere between those ordinary conversations,

you began living softly in my mind.

You made me speak of things I never thought I'd reminisce about,

have opinions on things I never thought I cared for.

Then when did those questions become something more?

When did your words start lingering

long after our conversations ended?

I told myself it was only a phase.

Another feeling that would pass.

But you never held on loudly.

You simply stayed.

Somehow, that was enough.

On the first day, I said I only wanted to be friends.

The truth is ,I wasn't looking for anything.

Not even friends.

Yet somewhere in the little things,

without either of us noticing,

you became someone I found myself praying for.

Your daily good morning wish.

Your quiet good night.

A constant I never noticed I had grown used to.

I smiled because of you.

I laughed because of you.

I cried because of you.

Maybe I started liking you.

Maybe it was attachment.

Or maybe it was just my foolish heart

falling for someone who existed only through words,

so close on my screen,

yet impossibly far away.

Sometimes I wonder if confessing was the right thing.

Then I wonder something even heavier ,

was staying friends afterward the right choice?

I never asked my heart whether it was ready for that.

Every morning I promise myself to talk a little less.

Every night I realize I've broken that promise again.

I don't know how much longer I can keep calling us just friends

while my heart keeps forgetting that it's supposed to be.

Some days I fall asleep with tears on my pillow.

Some days, one message from you makes me smile for hours.

Some days I felt everything.

Some days, nothing at all.

I thought I had learned my lessons.

Then you happened.

I don't want to call you a mistake.

You never were.

But somehow you resemble one

because without ever intending to,

you tore me apart.

I know your intentions were never wrong.

But intentions don't stop hearts from breaking.

Every time I tried to pull away,

my heart took another step toward you.

How do people silence a heart

when all it wants

is someone it can never have?

Sometimes I regret meeting you.

Then there's that stubborn corner of me

that would choose meeting you all over again

even knowing how this story ends.

One question keeps returning.

Should I finally put a full stop

to everything I feel?

Will that make me happier?

Or is letting go simply the kinder thing to do

for you?

I wish someone could answer that.

Because I don't know how much longer

I can keep carrying these questions.

Strange,

how a heart can become attached

long before two hands have ever met.

And tonight I only hope

that I may find you in my dreams;

for nothing feels the same

when you’re not directly beside me.

You’ve changed my whole perspective,

the trajectory of my path;

made me question everything,

even a love I had no doubt would last.

The clock, it seems to move so slow,

and the missing you, it only grows.

The pain, I’m forced to hold inside

it hurts to have to live a lie.

It feels as if it’s destiny,

with no choice left but to believe

that we are one,

two halves of a whole,

magnetically drawn together,

mirrors of the same soul.

You took away
everything from me
except my tears.

They never came,
even after you left.

Perhaps they refused
to leave me
the way you did.

I always want to say I hate you, but I really fucking don’t.

Your heart is golden, but you wear a shield of doubt.

Your eyes are sparkling, with a heavy hint of shadow.

I muster all my courage, just to always get let down.

​You’re an enigma waiting,

But I don’t think I’ll solve

What this really is to you.

You’re strange like the texture of butter,

With a personality to match.

​I don’t feel like I make sense,

Because you make my words slur.

I say stupid shit when you treat me like a princess,

Then you take it back by ignoring me , i think im in a craze.

I ate your words up like I hadn't eaten in days.

​Your lips are what I crave,

Yet, I don’t think I’ll get a taste.

You have a voice like jazz music—

Like when the sax hits just right.

Your face is intoxicating, and I’m pretty sure I’m stung.

You’re a bumblebee of distortion, and I’m bound to go under.

​There’s something about you I crave, but you won't let me in.

I’m depleted of nutrients; I’m pretty sure you're all I need.

Oxygen means nothing when you’re at the tip of my tongue.

I’ve never tasted you,

But I’m sure I’ll find out.

​I bet you’re sweet like honey,

Or maybe spicy as hell.

You could be the devil,

And I’ll dance until I die