r/justpoetry

Hey you, you dont seem so great nowdays,
it's almost like some part of you died.
Maybe just busy, or stuck in emotion maze,
but mostly you just seem love deprivied.

Even if some past love didnt work out,
and even if you have memory of the pain.
Nothing is wrong with you inside or out,
so receive this how i love, plus your name.

As long as you're being your best worth thing,
cant help myself but love you almost chronically.
Whether you're working hard, or hardly working,
i still have time to love you unconditionally.

And even if you now dont feel the love,
then atleast can appreacite the act.
People do this freely, nothing you owe,
so many people love you, and that's fact.

Just let yourself get used to feeling of love,
even if you dont want to, dont fight the friction.
Because we will go through all types of affection,
different versions of love fill my bodys diction.

Hope you dont mind if i dont share with others,
or occasionally giving friendly love to some.
You're my only target of affection till it bothers,
even if you dont need it now, you too deserve love.

Beautiful Creature, Impressed are you? In being greatly honest, I almost gave in last Friday and disconnected my heart from each of its valves to place it in a box to store it away into the catacombs of the forgotten. Don’t think of me as being overly poetically dramatic. Things were really building up and were getting the best of my emotions. I could not help but let my emotions take over me for the moment I was feeling them.

As strong as I look and portray myself to be; Yes, I do cry heavenly. I felt the strong urge and needed to. I felt a little better after I cried and fell asleep. It has been said that crying is healthy. I’m a person that can usually hold back my tears. But, I think because I am getting more wiser; my emotions have gotten stronger. I even cry when watching certain movies, television shows, and listening to music that’s overly emotionally dramatic that I can’t help the feeling…

Do you cry like I cry?

I could be wrong, but I screened shot a photo profile of another person’s face that looked identical to your’s only difference… is this person put’s their war paint on. I’ve taken notice that you don’t wear any war paint. And that’s fine with me. I love your face. Don’t be bashful to show it off. I look at that picture on the day’s that I don’t see you. Although, I do see you when I look at that picture. It helps me coupe a little. Bear with me that I do feel and hurt.

I just look back and think that if we had kept going like the way we were going before when we only knew that we secretly had feelings for each other. I just wonder from your perspective if you would have continued to talk me face to face? You had distanced your self for a bit completely almost hiding from me. You thought that you were being too up front with the way you felt in my presence. You didn’t want to lose the communication we had progressed to have as well not losing my presence, either.

But now, I hope that we will try to work on talking to each other face to face, again.

I’m actually proud of myself for initiating that I have feelings for you. I am happy that I communicated back with the few small gestures that I gave to you in order to acknowledge your subtle hinted gestures. Really…No time could be better for us. Acting on what we feel is perfect instead of going silent and standing still for all the wrong reasons.

I’d rather that we both be on an understanding that we have LOVE for each other than the thought being “Lost in Space.” To Be Continued… -DK

Run.
Go ahead.
Run.
Keep running.

Run until you can’t feel your legs.
Until you lose your breath.
Until you hear your heart pleading against your eardrums for reprieve.

Run from the pain,
and the sadness.
Run from opportunity,
and consequence.
Just run.

Run as fast as you can.
It will never be fast enough.
You will never escape
the thoughts,
the ache,
the longing,
the fear.

But go on.
Run.

Through the rain,
and the wind,
and the storm.

Until you feel the warmth
of love and light on your skin.

And still,
you run.

You run right through
every open door,
every hand that reaches,
every heart that stays.

You run from the things
you once begged to find.

You mistake them as something to fear,
something you need to escape.

How foolish it would be
to ask you to stay.
To quit running.

When running
is what you’ve become.

Receipts line my pockets

I’ve got nothing left to spend

Throw away the gifts and toys

All good things too must end

—-

When you tell the story

Of how I broke in two

Don’t forget the part where

We both walked out in rue

—-

To rampage in my anger

And relish in my shame

It took an aged monster

To shine light past the games

—-

You’ve every cause to burden

For every settled debt

The flesh stretched like a ledger

The heart plucked from its breast

—-

The ghost that’s in the mirror

Is the fire in the sheets

The criminal that’s lost his mind

Is the safest harbor reached

—-

Never could I judge you

For never choosing me

This sentence marks the first time

That the punishment comes free

—-

I’ll try to work my magic

And in a moment disappear

But I’ve no use as a showman

My delivery’s too sincere

Spirit Guide though I can not see you with my eyes

I know you are the only reason I am still alive

Spirit Guide protecting me when in the lions den

Where I can not hide,wiping the tears away when I

Cry, spirit Guide though I can not see you with my

Eyes,I know you are always by my side...

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray today

With every step I take please show me the way

Be near,calm my fears when I am feeling lost

And afraid, forever, forever and always

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray today...

Spirit Guide take my hand and lead me back to

The ancient place I come from,help me to understand

My connection better to the great one,is it through

The eyes of the eagle,the bear or the wild cat

Give me the strength I need to leave the past behind

And find peace of mind,no looking back,no more

Looking back...

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray today

With every step I take please show me the way

Be near,calm my fears when I'm feeling lost

And afraid,forever,forever and always

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray,hear the prayer

I pray today!

Naturally

I fell in love with you, and I thought of bioluminescence. How a chemical reaction can make something light up from within, and I smiled when I realized that was what it felt like to love you. How some things don’t glow despite being disturbed, but because of it.

I thought of mycelium. How two unique mycelia can join together and create a n entire network that they never could have made alone. I thought about how the interconnectedness of mycelium is what it feels like to love you.

I thought of neurons. Neurons swirling around inside my skull, and I wondered if they form hearts when I think of you? I thought about the fact that thinking about you makes my body light up from within, and about how that’s exactly what it feels like.

People often look for love—
like it’s something
that can be found.

Love comes in many
different languages.

The trick is
finding that person
who understands yours.

And it’s amazing
how seemingly lousy
so many of us are
at finding that.

The real kicker…

Love shows up
the way it wants to.

Sometimes,
it’s loud and proud.

It’s robust,
filled with grandeur.

It’s fun and exciting,
complete with intense moments,
fireworks
and high voltage.

But—

once every so often,
if you’re lucky…

love arrives quietly.

It slowly fills
the cracks and crevices
you didn’t know you had.

It changes the way you think.
The way you act.
How you speak.
Who you are.

And somehow,
all of this happens
without you realizing it.

Until one day
you notice—

all the best qualities
of the person
love picked for you
have become
part of you, too.

And that’s the thing
about quiet love…

It does not ask.

Least of all
permission.

It doesn’t care
about your life,
your job
or what your friends think.

Quiet love
just keeps filling
those cracks and crevices

until two people
are left standing
on a foundation of love—

with a whole bunch of shit
to figure out.

Bonds are formed
long before
they are ever needed.

Quiet love closes distance—
until letting go
becomes harder
than holding on.

There’s a saying
I’ve always liked:

“Not all who wander are lost.”

Sometimes
I wonder if
wandering into love

is why
so many people
look

lost.

Hold my hand and see,

If I don’t turn your life into heaven,

Then say so.

Walk beside me and see,

If I don’t make your roads more beautiful,

Then say so.

Look into my eyes,

If you don’t find yourself reflected there,

Then say so.

Let me share your sorrows,

If you don’t find a little peace in my presence,

Then say so.

Listen to my words,

If you don’t lose yourself in them,

Then say so.

Laugh with me,

If you don’t fall a little madly in love,

Then say so.

Promise me you’ll stay by my side for a lifetime,

And I’ll give you every piece of my heart—

If I don’t,

Then say so

I don’t want another life,
where it’s finally you and me,
I don’t want the picket fence, the
suburb house, friends to lovers or any
perfect theme.

I want you now—
No promises of tomorrow that I haven’t
seen,
I can’t trade you for something better,
for some worn down fantasy.
You are my lottery ticket, my prayer,
the hymn I forever stuck in my mind,
So I pray on my knees to whoever listens—
I pray please don’t take her,
Let her be mine.

Cause baby, every gain is a loss without
you,
Every doubt makes me curse my worthless
mind.
To be aware of one’s worth, not being
able to ignore the blaring signs—
might become my curse covered in
disguise.

If only I was naive I could survive on
crumbs alone,
I would keep you so comfortable by
burning me whole.
I would have loved you the same
way we love having faith,
But only better cause instead of
hope I would have survived on pain.

Except I won’t be able to,
So I hope you treat me right,
Give me every reason to stay.
Please walk hand in hand with me—
towards our quieter days. ♡

​

A girl meets a boy online.

It wasn’t anything dramatic at first. No promises, no big words, no plans for the future. Just two people talking, slowly getting comfortable with each other.

She never asked much about his past. She never cared about his background or what he had. She liked talking to him. She liked the person he was with her.

She didn’t even know him in the way people usually know someone they love. She had never met him. She only knew his name, his voice, his way of talking, and that smile in his profile picture that had somehow become familiar to her.

And somewhere along the way, she fell for him.

Not because of how he looked.

Not because of his status.

Not because he promised her anything.

She just loved the person she thought he was.

Maybe that was her mistake. Or maybe it wasn’t.

Because one day, he blocked her.

Ten days later, he unblocked her.

She thought maybe he would explain. Maybe he would ask how she was. Maybe there would finally be some kind of conversation.

Instead, he simply said,

“You don’t deserve me.”

She didn’t know what hurt more — the words or how easily he said them.

She cried that night. Not only because she had lost him, but because she was beginning to realize that the future she had imagined with him had existed mostly in her own heart.

Two years have passed since then.

There were no proper goodbyes. No real closure. No final conversation that made everything make sense.

And somehow, a small part of her still loves him.

Not because she thinks he was perfect.

Not because she believes she needs him.

Maybe she still carries that love because, even if the relationship wasn’t real in the way she hoped it would be, what she felt was real to her.

She loved him sincerely.

And sometimes, that's the hardest part about letting someone go — accepting that your feelings can be real even when the person you felt them for was never meant to stay

Nobody wants you
Somebody wants me to be their friend
Each and every day
But as heartless as I am
Can you tell me I’m ruining it when I say
That Nobody really loves them
He lives in my mind
Adding forgotten lines
Watching intently
He stares
To catch the signs
Do they know Nobody really cares
Not worrying about anybody intensely
Only loving somebody with intensity
Chattering incessantly
About Somebody who’s love they say isn’t mine
Yet Nobody can see in their eye
A love that makes them cry
And wonders if they can see
Nobody is me

I know you're nervous.

I know that you're scared.

But you got to hear this.

I'll always be there.

I know you're anxious.

And you're always stressing.

I know you can't take this.

Because you're always second guessing.

I want to be there for you.

In the rain and shine.

It doesn't matter if.

If you won't be mine.

I'll come to you softly.

Until we build trust.

I won't push you, that's not me.

You can't change my love.

I want to love you.

I just want to be there.

I want to hold you.

Show you love and care.

You're running around in circles.

And around my heart.

I don't want to chase you.

That wouldn't be smart.

Just let me show you.

A better kind of love.

Just let me hold you.

And tell you that you're enough.

Your affection; it doesn’t
have to be my reason to breathe.
 
It wouldn’t save my life,
It would be better than the solitude
that I’ve gotten used to.

after this much time, today i suddenly remembered you, now i do not feel related to you in my mind, you are a foreign thing, funny how something you hold so dear can be something so strange in an instant, i feel like it was some utopian world, but in that world though, i failed you again and again, im sorry for that, im so sorry, you gave me so much i could not do anything of much significance with it, im sorry you gave me so many chances i still failed you, at the end though, you slowly detached from me, i feel like you had given up on me long ago, coz in my mind it feels like it never happened, they say when your environment changes completely you can not relate to the old memories, maybe thats the case, maybe not, but today though, my deep conscious reminded me of you even for a split second, i felt the connection again, and because of that, i reralized that i have failed you i owe you an apology. forgive me.

​

​Silence used to feel like peace,

a quiet room where waters stilled,

until I watched the distance grow

in every space we left unfilled.

We bypassed truths to spare the night,

let little heartbreaks fade away,

forgetting small untended cracks

become the walls of yesterday.

​I do not want to start again

by picking up where we last stood,

as if the passage of this time

was meant for doing what we could

to hide the scars or pretend

that loving always knows the way—

it brings two souls under one roof,

but doesn't force a heart to stay.

​If paths align and bring us face

to face beneath a different sky,

I want the truth to take the room,

no longer asking how or why

we fear the uncomfortable words.

I want to say, "I need you here,"

and know that vulnerability

is held gently, not in fear.

​I will not promise perfect days,

nor say that distance will not grow,

for those are beautiful untruths

that life will never truly show.

I'd rather promise something real:

to stand beside, to listen deep,

to fight the problem, not each other,

and hold the promises we keep.

​Not walking behind, nor leading ahead,

but hand in hand as two made whole,

protecting the dreams and separate worlds

that form the anchor of each soul.

And when the quiet settles in,

to simply ask, "How are we now?"

To tend the love before it breaks,

and remember why, and remember how.

​I do not know what story waits,

or if the road turns back your way,

but if it does, I hope we choose

with open eyes to stay.

Not out of fear of being lost,

nor holding on to what used to be,

but choosing who we've both become,

standing together, rooted and free.

The martyr, the devil, the god,
You’re gold,
All the shimmery things they talk about, and all the bloody, bloodless wounds I’ve endured,

If I could have, I’d have flown across the sky for you to hold,
I need you to hold,

I was born half, heartbroken,
Half of me is you,

But you’re born cursed too, like a god you walk on streets of gold,

And like a beggar I’m afraid to depart too soon.

Will I see you again?

Would you see me as a different man,
a better man?

A man worthy of your time?

A man worthy of your love?

Would our time apart prove to you my faithfulness?

I’d die a thousand and one deaths to hear you say three words.

“I love you”

Three words I repeat for you daily.

Would you care to speak them in my direction?

Or would they leave your lips empty?

I pray for the day, that I may w h i s p e r them your way.

W h i s p e r your name, w h i s p e r those three words

“I love you”

Kiss you on the c h e e k, down your n e c k,
n i b b l i n g here and there.

Signaling your b o d y, love is n e a r,
tender with all its r e s i l i e n c e

Another soft w h i s p e r in
thy ear

“I missed you my dear”

Hearts pace to the cadence of our breath, heavy with warmth

Eyes lock and never release from the other in view

Lips p r e s s tight

Three words escape b e t w e e n our twisted tongues and p a n t i n g breaths

“I love you”

Three words I hold for y o u within my soul

Call us

“s o u l m a t e s”

I have fallen so deep for her now,

To the depths of the ocean.

But she told me through her acts,

That it's a disastrous devotion.

But my heart is still crying out,

It's a hopeful situation.

Maybe her acts were of love,

And I erred in my own observation.

So I am dying right now,

Below a mountain of confusion.

Oh, I don't know what to do,

In such a stressful complication.

Sometimes I talk to her,

Sometimes I force separation.

Conflicting mind and heart,

I am taking conflicting action.

But I know my heart is delusional,

And I am right on my estimation,

That she sees me as a friend,

And I am suffering with infatuation.

A dream of lies where there lie no ties,

Just you and me: nothing pries, nothing cries.

Each second, an art worth my death, flies,

Yet I stand here with no hands to hold your eyes.

Something far, something close,

Dwindled by the life we chose.

Something thawed, something froze,

Wrinkled by the woes it owes.

Saw the speck of dusk that sets in your eyes,

A lingering past that holds no lies.

Somewhere now it tears with the agony of cries,

Where, in our dream, it draws and dies.

Your lids finally close as the time froze,

The skies draw upon the dark from your brows,

As everything unveils upon the choices we chose,

Along with the life you left me with, to pose.

May these moments be my last drop of hope,

For I never wish to concede this as my final trope.

Everything that begins has an end to grope,

My strife ending there, hanging dear to the rope.

Here I rise only to find you not there,

Where broken destinies would be more fair.

The things I care for are the devils I spare,

The moments we had are the pains we share.

Though in the end, when you were gone,

Your verses became the prayers I hone,

For a life that was never lived, I mourn —

The only reminiscence of this is me and my own.

For all I wish is for an end to come,

It feels nearer to me than ever to sum.

For all I long is your sweet little kisses of...

Sweet Dreams...