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we were in love when we first met
you told me id be walked down the aisle in a white dress
you gave me flowers, kisses, all your words of affirmation
until one day you had no words left.
and just like you promised they walk me down the aisle in my white dress
they pull me as i scream my own affirmations
she loves me, she wants me she said so
but i went so far down that road
until i reached the end,  my face is a mess
they pull me into my cell where i'll forever be waiting for the girl i met last fall to come back to me.
Some dim it, ignore it,
stay on the surface of life,
never reaching the depth they came here to feel.

Earth may be the only known place in the universe
where emotion, real emotion, like love exists.
Maybe that’s what the entire universe longs for.

And we… we have the privilege to feel it.
Love is what we’ve been chasing since we were children,
dreaming of it, needing it, searching for it.
Maybe Earth truly offers something no other place can:
Emotion.

So stop suppressing it.
Stop numbing it.
Emotions are the reason we’re here.
Don’t be afraid to feel.
Night falls— once again,
the cold moon offers no answer—
Why did you leave?
As naive as the moon,
I often seek light
from the dark.
And as I chased love in my ruins,
I heard his whisper from the wind.
For nights I wander
through my starless, somber sky.
And while I pick up
pieces of my soul,
I felt a soft and sudden brush
to my wings.
His breath wrapped me
with stardust.
His heartbeat was singing
a promise of love.
But I’m a bird.
Still chained to this gloomy sky.
I watch as you walk across campus
with your new love
not me
anymore

I’m treading water
keeping my heart above water
above the pain of no
in the gulf of neveragain

you wanted more than
so much more than

and decades later I suddenly know this
is changing no to know

it still hurts


c. 2025 Roberta Compton Rainwater
its been a week
since we last spoke.
we used to talk every single day.
its been hard not to.

you used to always say
it takes you a week to miss someone.
so here i am
a week later
praying youll tell me you miss me.

but nothing.

i sit around all day
waiting for your name to appear on my phone
with a message saying
"i miss you"
"i want you back"

but i know that will never happen.
Oh please, they think its easy
When you have to fight everyday
Not a person
Your brain

You have to fight yourself

To live, to stay breathing

I’ll go on
But don’t think its easy
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