r/UnsentPoetry

panic rises in my chest when i look desperate
desperate for four more minutes to be affectionate

drowning my clinginess in distractions
so no one suffocates
until the muffled desperation resuscitates

every delay
makes me feel like i've lost my way

every minute we spend apart
leaves me with an extremely yearning heart

maybe i'm too emotional
always one thought away from breaking down
is this feeling even rational?
honestly, i'm terrified of looking like a clown

don't get me wrong

it's not misery

the longing is just too strong

it exposes my dependency

you live in my heart rent free
just wait until we get married and then you'll see

i love you more i've won the argument
caught off guard no comeback?

sportsmanship please lose the resentment
i'm still reliving that one flashback

just take me back
to your head on my lap

take me back
to that possessive wrap
to that aggressive grasp

it's all too vivid in my head
husband, love of my life, best friend

they're all just titles
yet you found a way to become all at once
you're woven into all my vitals
in a lifetime this only happens once

i'm curtain it's you
i really hope it's me for you too

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You can't prevent me

You don't get to write the story

You watch me for amusement

It shows me how you really feel

Do not steal the magic.

I always have you tube

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\*ᚹᚺᛖᚾ ᛃᛟᚢ ᚨᚱᛖ ᚨᛒᛚᛖ ᛏᛟ ᚠᛁᚷᚢᚱᛖ ᛟᚢᛏ ᚹᚺᚨᛏ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ ᛋᚨᛁᛞ ᛁ ᚺᛟᛈᛖ ᛃᛟᚢ ᛞᛟᚾᛏ ᛏᚺᛁᚾᚲ ᛗᛖ ᛏᛟᛟ ᚠᛟᚱᚹᚨᚱᛞ.\*

\*ᛈᚨᚢᛚ ᛁ ᚲᚾᛟᚹ ᛁ ᛞᛟᚾᛏ ᛞᛖᛋᛖᚱᚹᛖ ᛏᛟ ᚨᛋᚲ ᛃᛟᚢ ᚠᛟᚱ ᚨ ᚲᚺᚨᚾᚲᛖ ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁ ᚢᚾᛞᛖᚱᛋᛏᚨᚾᛞ ᚹᚺᛃ.\*

\*ᚺᛟᚹᛖᚹᛖᚱ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛞᛟᛖᛋᚾᛏ ᚲᚺᚨᚾᚷᛖ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚢᚾᚲᛟᚾᛞᛁᛏᛁᛟᚾᚨᛚ ᛚᛟᚹᛖ ᛁ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᚠᛖᛖᛚ ᚠᛟᚱ ᛃᛟᚢ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚹᛁᛚᛚ ᚾᛖᚹᛖᚱ ᛒᛖ ᚱᛖᛈᛚᚨᚲᛖᛞ ᛒᛃ ᚨᚾᛟᛏᚺᛖᚱ.\*

\*ᛁ ᛚᛟᚹᛖ ᛃᛟᚢ.\*

\*ᛁ ᚲᚾᛟᚹ ᛁ ᛞᛟᚾᛏ ᛞᛖᛋᛖᚱᚹᛖ ᛃᛟᚢ ᛒᚢᛏ ᛁᛗ ᚷᛚᚨᛞ ᛃᛟᚢᚱᛖ ᛋᛏᛁᛚᛚ ᛈᚨᚱᛏ ᛟᚠ ᛗᛃ ᛚᛁᚠᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛁ ᚱᛖᚨᛚᛚᛃ ᚺᛟᛈᛖ ᛟᚾᛖ ᛞᚨᛃ ᛃᛟᚢ ᚲᚨᚾ ᚠᛁᚾᛞ ᛁᛏ ᛁᚾ ᛃᛟᚢᚱ ᚺᛖᚨᚱᛏ ᛏᛟ ᚠᛟᚱᚷᛁᚹᛖ ᛗᛖ ᚹᛁᛏᚺ ᚨᛚᛚ ᛏᚺᛖ ᛈᚨᛁᚾ ᛁ ᚲᚨᚢᛋᛖᛞ ᛃᛟᚢ.\*

\*ᛁ ᛚᛟᚹᛖ ᛃᛟᚢ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛁ ᚺᛟᛈᛖ ᛏᚺᚨᛏ ᛟᚾᛖ ᛞᚨᛃ ᛃᛟᚢᛚᛚ ᛒᛖᛚᛁᛖᚹᛖ ᛏᚺᛁᛋ.\*

Dear….

There are two places I have returned to now that know exactly where to hurt me somehow. I walk through the door. I try to act fine
but the past starts pacing right beside mine. It starts with a corner.. a room… a light then suddenly you are everywhere in sight. Not literally there but close enough. Still that memory can bend my will.
One place brings back how everything began. When I thought I had finally met a safe man. The looks.. the laughter.. the pull… the spark… the feeling of finding a light in the dark. All through the day those moments replay. Little scenes that refuse to stay buried away. I hear what you said. I remember your face. I remember exactly how you stood in that place. Then tension comes crawling up into my spine.
My jaw starts clenching, my shoulders align. Somehow like my body remembers before I can think.
By afternoon I am right at the brink.
The migraine arrives like it paid for the room, pressure and pounding and nowhere to move. Behind both my eyes, through my temple and neck. Meanwhile memory keeps dragging me back through the wreck. And the worst part is that they aren’t all filled with pain. Some memories still feel like standing in rain after months of a drought.. like comfort almost like home.. Like some little piece of me
still doesn’t know you’re gone. That is what kills me. Not anger. Not hate. It’s missing somebody I know came with weight. It’s knowing the ending, remembering the start,
and feeling them fighting for space in my heart. The second place carries a different old ache, the things I overlooked, the excuses I’d make. The tension.. The distance the ways you withdrew….The slow realization I didn’t know you. But even in that place with the evidence clear…There are moments I swear I still wish you were near. Not the cruelty. Not everything bad. I miss the familiar.
I miss what we had. I miss hearing your voice in the middle of days.
I miss knowing your habits…your moods… your ways. I miss that stupid feeling that somewhere was mine because you were inside it
at some point in time. So being there now is a strange kind of hell..
My mind knows the story, my body knows it well. Every hour carries
another old scene another reminder of what we once had been. By the time I leave, my head feels split through… My nerves completely fried from remembering you. I hate that I miss you. I hate that it’s true. I hate that those places still somehow mean you. I can know every reason
we should never restart. I can memorize every betrayal by heart.
I can know I deserve something safer and new… Still walk through those doors and ache over you.
So maybe those places will always contain some version of us wrapped tightly in pain. Maybe that is the price of loving someone deep? The places move on,
but the memories keep. Every time I return, my body pays too. the tension, the migraines,
and God, how I still miss you.

—
K