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As my final act of love,
I’m letting you go.
Not because I stopped loving you,
but because loving you became too heavy to carry alone.
If you had loved me back,
or even wanted me to truly be part of your life,
I swear there isn’t a line in this world
I wouldn’t have crossed for you.
But you were never sure of me.
So even though it hurts like hell,
I need to let you go.
For real this time.
I keep replaying our memories in my head.
It’s fucking torture.
Your smile.
Your beautiful eyes.
Your daily check-ins.
Your dumb jokes.
The way you cared about people so naturally,
like loving others was written into you.
You were perfect in every way
a person could imagine.
And somehow, I can still feel the tie between our souls.
I loved your soul.
I adored your existence.
You became my everything.
And that’s exactly what drained me.
I started losing myself
inside a love that was never truly mine.
That’s why leaving you feels like
leaving a piece of my soul behind somewhere
and pretending it doesn’t hurt.
The more I loved you,
the more terrified I became
of the day I would lose you
and lose myself with you.
You became my reason to wake up.
My constant notification.
My person when the world felt too heavy.
My safe place.
Loving you was both the best
and worst thing
that ever happened to me.
I learned how to love through you.
And maybe loving is another form of living.
But every kind of love comes with a price.
And your presence
started killing me slowly.
The butterflies I used to feel
when I thought about you
now feel like they’re eating me alive.
That’s when I realized
I had to let you go.
Not because I wanted to,
but because I needed to become
a better version of myself.
A version that knows self love
A version that can stand on its own.
And maybe…
a version that will still love you forever,
just from a distance
Always from afar .

So my pieces are all chronologically related and it’s about my feelings towards a real person
Hope you enjoy reading it :)

I no longer worship permanence.

Everything holy I’ve ever touched

has rotted in my hands—

not from malice,

but from the simple truth

that nothing built of flesh

is built to last.

Decay is the only doctrine

that has never lied to me.

And yet,

I keep offering my heart

like a sacrament,

knowing full well

it will be consumed

by the very mouths

I prayed would spare it.

-𝕃ℝ 🩶

ADULT THEMES-MATURE

In awe for her limits might not be found

Savage love and hard pleasure all around

A bite and a hook I'm spellbound

This is not your average playground

She has control and an ability to feel

Everything and nothing and marks that do heal

I must admit the strength of my zeal

To confess mouth to mouth It's unreal

Body to body she feels like a dream

Every desire every whim a new scene

Every part of this dance we're a team

Hot breaths swirling through our airstream

If she wants she will get her every desire

No prude am I I will make it transpire

She surprises even me a confirmed live wire

And sets alight an even bigger wildfire

Gave her backside a mere couple tweaks

Satisfies something in her that she seeks

Rose now the color of one of those cheeks

One day she'll convert from a squeak to a shriek

An exploration by consent not by dare

Fueled by her body her sound and her stare

For no one else to her can compare

Acts that are a reaping and wholly self aware

Deep as the ocean

Vast and profound

In every woman

Mysteries are found

Tides of emotion

Waves of thought

Battles endured

Victories sought

But like the ocean

She nurtures life

Through calm days

And those of strife

Endless depths

Power untamed

In her spirit

The universe is named

I woke up in the gray, with the blues inside my head

I called you through the phone, from the hollow of my bed

The distance was a knife, and the silence felt like pain

But you promised you were coming, to wash me in the rain

You're cutting through the state, past the loblolly and the pine

You're racing down the interstate, to cross that border line

The map says four hundred miles, but your heart is moving fast

You're burning up the pavement, to leave the lonely past

From the Ozarks to the lights of the city

You're driving through the fire for me

The shadows are long and the highway is bleeding

But you're exactly where you need to be

I'm waiting in the dark

With a hunger in my skin

Aureli, turn the key

Let the night begin

The sun is dipping low, in the Texas western sky

I'm watching every road, with a fever in my eye

I know you're tired of the wheel, and the blur of golden light

But I'm the only destination, at the end of your long night

Unsaid and unspoken, a beautiful sin

Your hair is a mess, and your breath is wearing thin

You're finally at my door, in the heat of the humid air

I'm pulling you inside, with my hands tangled in your hair

From the Ozarks to the lights of the city

You're driving through the fire for me

The shadows are long and the highway is bleeding

But you're exactly where you need to be

I'm waiting in the dark

With a hunger in my skin

Aureli, turn the key

Let the night begin

The drive is finally over, the engine's cooling down

You're the only thing that matters, in this entire town

Aureli

You're finally here

Somedays are better than others

When we are apart

Somedays are spent so missing

Others don't even start

Somedays are kinda productive

But still I am lacking the heart

Somedays I don't have time

And some I'm simply behind

Still others are just benign

But somedays I just want to hold her

And somedays I'm made of rust

Somedays I am full of desire

Yes somedays its the lust

But the little things do matter

Not trivial how deep we talk

How some things are imprinted

Like somedays I just miss her walk

Somedays I am full of wonder

And some filled with infinite love

Somedays so torn asunder

Somedays enough is enough

But always its the small things

Where my soul makes its stand

I break on simple reflections

Of days we walk hand in hand

I write lots of things

Laced with bravery

Conjured from somewhere 

I'm speaking into existence 

If it weren't without thine

Own gaslighting of the mind

What would be left

But a void not so distant

Growing my own tree

Up my spine and in between 

The courage to self reflect

Not project

On the past

And the pieces

I hope that one day, not three

The pieces start coming back to me

So I can go on and not abandon myself completely

Sometimes you dream of your past. How

people look at you different

as a result. They don't know everything, just

that you are weird.

They never saw the family dinners

with broken plates

and forks too small to eat with. If they did

I'm sure they'd find it funny.

You are a circus animal,

something that amuses.

Forced to work yourself down to bone,

but don't worry,

now you can perform better! Maybe,

you'll even get some peanuts.

You’re welcome, my dear,
in every quiet way I show it.
I move toward you without thinking,
as naturally as breath finds the lungs,
as sunlight finds the morning.

I do everything for you
not out of duty,
but because something in you
awakens the gentlest parts of me.
You make kindness feel effortless,
and giving feel like receiving.

To help you grow,
to watch you rise toward your dreams,
it is an honour I hold softly,
like a secret I treasure in both hands.
Your goals become small constellations to me,
and I trace them with hope.

There is a warmth in my chest
whenever your name drifts through my thoughts,
a quiet glow that lingers
long after the moment has passed.
You bring colour to the ordinary,
and calm to the restless corners of my day.

These words will never reach you,
yet they are true all the same...
my love moves toward you
like a tide that never asks to be seen,
only to touch the shore
where you stand.

💙❤️

Maybe a beginner technical question, I'd appreciate personal advice and discussion very much (Article or book recommendations would be great too) I've been regularly writing for 5 years and I still wonder if I'm really embracing my "voice" with everything.

I'm a young adult, after highschool I spent a lot of time trying to make my poems sound less "juvenile" and more "original". Hindsight is 20/20, and in reading way more modern poets I realized that free form just isn't what I want my work to sound like. I realize a lot of people go through this. I do open mics and talk with friends about writing, and they tend to agree this is a pretty average experiment-to-return to form experience.

But I'm feeling stuck now with coherent rhythm and rhyme scheme. Like I know "how" to do it and part of "why" I'm choosing it, there's just something missing so I get the feeling I'm hitting another technical wall. I'll frequently finish a draft or go back to something I was happy with just weeks ago and my form looks just redundant / derivative to me in a way I can't place, so don't know how to fix or improve upon. I'd really like to know why that is. Obviously not all poems have to rhyme, and if they do they should rhyme well. I guess what I'm asking is how do you understand and apply intentional friction in a way that's true to your own voice?

I do not want you —
my body does.

It betrays me in cruel, manipulative ways,
blinding me from my worth
and from the damage you are capable of.

Stay away.
This cannot happen.
I do not want you.

My body shivers at your touch.
My eyes sparkle when you arrive.
But I am not the one who needs you.

My body craves every inch of you,
yet I cannot stand the sight of you.

-imprisoned angel

I want to know
what version of you appears
when the lights are low
and nobody else is watching.

The version that stops pretending
to be composed,
that lets desire speak first
instead of reason.

Come closer
close enough that I can feel
your hesitation dissolve
against my skin.

I want your hands on me
with that dangerous softness,
the kind that makes my body wonder
how something gentle
can still leave me breathless.

Touch me like you’ve imagined this before.
Like I’ve crossed your mind
in quiet moments,
in restless nights,
in fantasies you never dared confess out loud.

Pull me into you slowly,
until there’s no space left
for restraint to survive.

I want the tension,
the teasing,
the deliberate patience
of being wanted intensely
without rushing the ache of it.

Kiss me in ways
that ruin my concentration afterward.
The kind of kisses
that linger for hours,
replaying themselves
every time I try to think clearly.

Tell me what you crave.
Tell me where your mind goes
when you miss me too much.
I want every secret desire
spoken softly against my mouth
like something forbidden
we’re finally allowing ourselves to feel.

I want your attention possessive,
your gaze heavy,
your fingertips tracing slowly
like you’re memorizing reactions
you plan to cause again later.

Let me sit in your lap
while your hands distract me
from finishing a single thought.
Let your voice turn low and rough
right beside my ear
until my composure starts slipping
piece by piece.

I want that unbearable anticipation
the kind where every almost-touch
feels hotter
than certainty itself.

Make me wait for you.
Make me melt for you.
Make me feel chosen
in the most consuming way possible.

I want tangled sheets,
half-whispered confessions,
lazy smiles after midnight,
and the kind of chemistry
that makes sleep impossible.

Leave your affection on me
like a hidden mark:
not visible,
but unforgettable.

Something my body remembers later
when I’m alone,
replaying the way you looked at me
like desire and tenderness
had become the same thing.

And afterward,
when all the tension finally softens,
hold me close enough
to hear my heartbeat slowing beneath your chest.

Stay there.

Like neither of us
is ready to return
to a world
that doesn’t feel like this.

Our love is divine,heart and soul,body And mind,you are the music to my rhythm, I am the poet to your rhyme,no place is

Too far as long as we are together don't you know,take it to

Sweden with the winter rose or on over to Siberia with the ice

And snow,well, I'd follow you wherever you go,even in the

Shadow of the pyramids down in Cairo or down off the shores

Of Rio de janario where the warm,warm winds blow,well,I love

You with all my heart and soul and so where you go,I will

Follow,I will follow,I will follow wherever you go...

Come hail or high water our aim is true, passion like an ocean

Crashing,Venus in pieces and love everlasting,could be we

Were written in the stars and destined to be,maybe but all I

Know for sure is that I love you and you love me and

Wherever you go I will follow,right up the edge of the wide

Cliffs of dover,then over to the congo for wild hot summer,oh

Well I'd follow you wherever you go,up this road and down

That road,all the way from kilamounjara to Timbuktu because

I love you with all my heart and soul so wherever you go,I will

Follow,I will follow,I will follow wherever you go...

Come hurricanes or blizzards with gale force winds,we are in

This together through thick and thin,love of my life and my best

Friend,here we go again, watching the sunrise over a snow

Covered mountain in the Himalayan outback,high above the

City below,well, I'd follow you up this road and down that road,

Don't you know because I love you with all my heart and soul

And so, wherever you go I will follow,I will follow,I will follow,

Wherever you go!

14 from the songbook collection "Eyes Of Love"

I stopped wearing green
Because you said you hated it
But you didn’t know I knew that,
it wasn’t said to me

I started watching sports
So we could have
something to talk about
To fill the awkward silence

I dyed my hair blonde
So you would notice me
Perhaps, Say something nice
Tell me you like it

I learnt to play the guitar
So you would think im cool
and talented
Find me interesting

I started going church
Because you said you love God
And there are bible verses all over your
Instagram page

But quickly, I learnt it was just something you did too to be noticed.

Why do we do , what we do
For the those who never care.
Is this what I deserve?

Why do I feel the need to be seen?