You’ll love me when I’m no longer here to be loved.
You’ll long to hear my voice when silence is all that is left.
You’ll reach for my touch when I can no longer feel.
You’ll ache for all of me when none of me remains.
You’ll miss me when missing me changes nothing.
Now is all you have.
PG
Here we go again
It wasn’t ever If, just When
I don’t get why
But here I am, just wanting to cry
Just a few days ago kissed
We said to each other we missed
I feel like you use me when your low just get high
I can’t do this again, I’m going to die
Are you afraid I wont leave
Do you think this is just make-believe
Is it something that I did
Or was it something that he said to make what we had skid
You said u were working on the divorce papers
But I feel like that went up in smoke, vapors
Ashes blowing away in the wind
You gave me the 1-2 punch, on the chin
Im knocked down, but ill get back up
Im not going to be your runner up….
The way you think i feel about you is so far from how I feel
Because I know within myself that what I felt for you was real.
And just because we arent together doesnt mean that I dont care
No one can ever take away all of the memories we share.
It hurts to know that im alot to blame for how you feel inside
Or how I amplified your trust issues
I should have never lied.
But I appreciate all that you are and how much that you tried
You have so much to offer
Theres so much you can achieve
You need to take this time to self reflect instead of people please
Right now your in a hole of darkness
Being used by everyone
And they will all keep taking from you
Til everything you have is gone
You will feel so happy inside when your clean with a clear mind
And everything will fall in place
And You'll be concious of the signs
You'll feel proud and love yourself again
This i know for sure
So dont be scared to close this chapter
Straight aheads an open door
And so we parted ways,
like the night that swallows all its days.
So quietly and peacefully,
Yet quite so easily.
Like we had never danced beneath the sun ,
Or our souls were ever one.
As if we never loved so deeply,
and gave ourselves completely.
As though I never fell asleep in your arms ,
Collecting each kiss around my neck as charms.
We parted ways as if we never knew love for what it was ,
Quite so easily as if there was never an “us”.
This one is getting a title very soon, I am unsure which one to pick for it just yet though.
To whom I owe this pleasure,
To whom holds their heart on their sleeve, gently.
To whom you gift your heart for them to receive.
Do not perish thee, do not take for granted what you cannot see, for they shield off their heart holding it gently not rough, they ward off the harm before they can even touch it.
For you provoked them, but they shall never lose the beautiful gift they were given.
The one that is forsaken.
Through the storm the dribbling raindrops bouncing off the patio and off every pathway, through the wind and through the dismay, they will continue to fight through the raging downpour and find the one that got away.
You can try to destroy it, but a heart like that never breaks.
You can try and tear it apart, but the tears in their eyes will always make you stop no matter who you are.
Because you are not the one in control, the heart wants what it wants, and who are we to disagree?
Tell that to the lovers who run down the street, lovers lane is where they meet, and together they met the missing piece.
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.
💙❤️
You like me, I love you.
I love you, you hurt me.
You hurt me , I get sad.
You get sad, I don't sleep.
I don't sleep, you don't care.
You dont care, it breaks me.
I'm broken, I don't care .
I don't care , you like me.
A never ending cycle of despair.
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"
You know them when you meet them.
You can't quite put your finger on how. Its
some kind of quiet, unintrusive, intent.
Genuine curiosity catches off guard. There is
something your subconscious can't help but
see... The curiosity itself is the intent.
They aren't seeking anything, from you, or of
you. It feels different, because it is different.
When someone just wants to understand
you, and be understood by you, that energy
is damn near palpable, When someone truly
makes no judgements of you, you realize
everyone else was full of shit. You think of all
the times what you told them was used
against you, or changed the way they treated
you, or the way it not so subtlety created
distance... all on its own. But then you meet someone who is only being drawn in by all of what makes up what is you... not slowly moving out of arms reach.
Being shown true care and true love, being
shown what a truly safe place can feel like, is
like suddenly realizing you've been swimming
in the ocean your whole life, and now finding
solid ground beneath your feet.
How do you explain what standing up feels like to
someone whos been adrift at sea their whole life?
And thats when it hits you. What this person
is truly showing you. They've been here, standing
on land, for who know how long. And they were once a drift like you, they had to be... But they found land somehow. And what did they do
with it? They didnt put up walls, or try to
hide it for their own personal utopia. No, instead they turned towards the ocean, the same ocean they just pulled themselves out of, and started trying to pull as many people out of the water as they could. And this epiphany becomes a marked moment in your life and on who you will be from that day forward.
Because there is an unavoidable choice that this safe ground quietly demands of you. A choice that will be made for you if you don't have the courage to make it yourself, and that is...
Who will You be now?
Will you be the one who start building walls?
Or will you turn to face the water... and start
calling to those still at sea.
The tender ache of love,
to miss your body’s warm embrace.
I follow phantom footsteps
when you are absent from this space.
Our story keeps unfurling,
somewhere beyond time and place.
The calm before the storm.
The quiet evenings alone.
Oh, what cruel fate,
to be cast in stillness,
told: wait.
And what is this I find,
a small box left behind.
A hinge of light.
Awakened by the truth
of the quiet space within.
I truly miss my beau,
and I am growing from within.
The memory of us,
and how we hold our lives.
The small reminders too,
of the wonder we placed inside.
And in the quiet,
I become
More we than I.
Links:
I try not to offend. My mind just goes for a bend.
Left and right then it never ends.
I see you and again it begins.
Here in the night, solace brings me might.
I do wish my mind wouldnt fight.
Id love to see you on any night.
Your eyes more than catch my eye.
I have to stop and ask myself why
This heart throbs and my head feels so high.
As my mind loses sense of time.
Even on the surface
My hands long to be at your service.
Though my heart knows I shouldnt start.
So In the night I try to find might.
Just to ask would you meet me in the light?
For your mind is a place I have not been.
Nor is it somewhere ill be let in.
I try to be open and sincere.
And I know you always hear.
Im sorry its just my fear.
That your hanging far only to be near.
Though I could simply meet you anywhere.
Its always in the night.
Where time slows and souls glow bright.
Hearts bring songs of motion.
As the stars reflect off the ocean.
You think its your beauty that pulls me in.
Buts its the entire soul I see within.
Full of stories and sights rarely shown.
Like the universe thats barely known.
Your gaze holds me in place
And so I continue the chase.
I dont know much that is true.
Though your eyes always show me you.
If your curious of what i see,
You shouullld just ask me.
I started my onlyfans a little over 2 months ago and wrote this poem about my experience so far, pulled mostly from actual messages with a few tweaks (artistic license)… interested to know how other people’s experiences compare!
It's fine (you didn't squirt this time)
Nice to meet you, love the girl next door vibe,
Tbh you’d prob get more if it was cheaper to subscribe.
No pressure at all, it’s been fun just flirting,
But I gotta ask… any luck with the squirting?
Not sure what others ask for but here is my plea:
Latex gloves, spitting, is that something I could see?
How ‘bout you in lingerie and a hard hat,
Or sucking off a dildo, I'd be down with that.
But wait, don’t forget the power of your voice!
“Bet you wish this was your cock?” would be a good choice.
This platform sucks but you still got some cake.
I'll def tip you later if I’m still awake.
And for real, no hard feelings it’s fine.
Thanks for trying maybe you can squirt another time.
The mountaintop is lonely and cold
With glowing stars that are far to reach
Peeking down will risk your fall
Camping down will cool the heat
With fire that no longer consoles
And coal doesn’t burn in snow
The mountain belt is far below
From up here, it’s barely shown
To go up is to separate the soul
And to stay here is to stall and sleep
No guide to know, no map to keep
The journey still is incomplete
My footsteps are long gone
The snow buried what I had known
With No path to trace down
The journals are all I own
And To stay alone and romanticize dawn
“Its light strikes with passion and peirce the heart with warmth”
Or look at the stars and point flaws
Doubting its intentions
“It didn’t light the way
It had lost its path,
It doesn’t know”.
And still, the day go forth...
If only I had two lives, then I could waste one
Singe beneath this sun, until my hairs grow grey
Until I wrinkle and decay, and the wind carries me away
If only I knew your heart, then I could take aim
Hold your hand, watch them grow
Until it's time to let them go
But I only have one, one poem, one chance
No space for regrets, no time to waste
So forgive me if I do not mistake
And remain trapped in chains
I am afraid, you see
To love, to lose, to pay
Thus here I remain, for me do not wait
I only have one, and so I will stay
19 years ago nothing left but me
Obscene that you were taken just like that
19 years ago nothing left but me
7 days induced coma no words spoken
19 years ago nothing left but me
A moment shared but pain was all I saw our eyes locked
19 years ago nothing left but me
That was the moment of the end
19 years ago nothing left but me
Memories of yesterday start to fade
19 years ago today you died
PG
Maybe I was wrong to ever reach back out—
maybe I caused more harm than good.
I used to tell myself we needed each other in that moment in time,
that our souls called to each other to fill some hidden void.
Maybe I was wrong…
All those years spent believing there was some unexplainable connection,
like I was always tethered to you—
no matter where we went or how much time passed.
Maybe I was wrong…
The way my heart still hurt years later,
just as deeply as it did the day you left—
I told myself a love like that had to be special,
that a bond like that had to be unbreakable.
Maybe I was wrong…
The way I’d see you in dreams so vividly,
feel your touch on my skin,
hear your voice echo in my heart—
that had to mean something.
People don’t dream like that for years after,
not with no contact.
Maybe I was wrong…
My heart is broken again,
but this time it feels different.
This time it feels forever broken.
Hopefully…
I’m wrong.
how u fear attachment
is how i fear losing u
i wish you the best , my love
i wish u did too
tho my best is you
you say ill find a better guy
when all i want is you
i'll say this again to you
oh god
i think im in love with you
I do not want to cage you.
I have seen what happens.
when a spirit built for movement.
begins to suffocate.
So I swallow my fears quietly.
while you chase another horizon,
another concert,
another road that calls your name louder than I do.
And maybe that is what hurts.
Not the trips themselves,
but the silence around them.
The absence of
“Come with me.”
The absence of
“I wish you were here.”
I imagine you there—
music loud enough to forget the world,
laughing with strangers.
who do not know your history,
who only see your smile in motion,
the version of you that feels light again.
And I am happy for that freedom in you…
and still, something inside me tighten
at the thought of how easily you can become a stranger to me
while becoming fully alive somewhere else.
You leave so easily,
while I remain standing at the edge
of your life,
trying not to ask
whether there is truly room for me in it.
And sometimes fear slips in quietly,
not as certainty,
but as a shadow my mind walks toward.
when I feel far away from you.
Not a truth I want to believe,
but a fear that appears.
in the spaces you don’t speak into:
that in the brightness of those nights.
and the anonymity of new places,
you might forget the shape of “us.”
I tell myself.
you are healing.
That sobriety has left your soul restless,
searching for air,
for freedom,
for some version of yourself.
that existed before the pain.
And I want that for you.
Truly, I do.
But somewhere inside me. lives a quieter ache:
Will I always be. the woman waiting at home. while you go searching for life elsewhere?
Because the truth is,
I want to feel alive too.
I want wind in my hair.
in a country I have never seen.
I want late night streets,
strange music,
sunlight on unfamiliar oceans.
I want stories of my own.
instead of standing still.
while loving someone always in motion.
I do not need ownership.
I do not need chains.
I do not need every mile beside you.
I only want to feel.
that when you see something beautiful,
your heart reaches for me too.
That somewhere between
all your escaping
and all my overthinking,
there exists a place
where we finally choose each other
without fear.
Because loving someone who loves freedom
is its own kind of heartbreak—
learning how to open your hands
without feeling abandoned
when they fly.
And maybe love was never meant.
to keep either of us small,
but to find a way
for both of us
to feel free
while still returning
to one another.
I never wanted you until you wanted me.
Then I began craving the feeling of being wanted by you,
and somewhere along the way,
I started wanting you too.
We gave ourselves to each other in every way possible.
But now I’m no longer sure
you want me anymore.
And still, I want you
not because you once wanted me,
but because I realized
I could never love you less,
only more.
If you were her,
I’d hear your words
like a lantern in mist,
small, warm, stubbornly bright.
I’d let them rest
in the hollow of my hands,
where missing becomes
something gentle,
not a wound
but a whisper
that remembers.
And I’d answer,
not with certainty,
but with presence,
I feel the distance too.