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Kira Jul 28
When the lands have run dry,
And the fruits have shriveled up
When the breeze makes you shiver
And the bees are laid to rest

I Remember our December
The warmth of candle lit conversation
And our anticipation

I sowed the seeds of our regret
After the frost, to forget.
And in the spring came the crop.
Then the memories came flooding in

A beautiful harvest, but one only I got to see
Far too late
Too much for me to bare, it lays rotting.
Baron and defeated

And then the cycle continues
Each year, the fields more fruitful than the last
And each year I let it rot away.
Fragile memories never looked back.

I reminisce on what could have been
And then a little dove, flew through my window
To remind me of what was
I tended to the harvest that year.

I cherished every fruit, handling it with care
Looking back on each memory we shared.
Each a hard lesson to learn from
The love is gone but not forgotten

Now each year I collect
No longer neglecting the fields
Using my yields to learn and grow
But always knowing, how I'll miss you so
This poem is about closure, and how processing past relationships can be hard, but each experience of ours can be a fruitful lesson we sometimes need to learn
Kalliope Jul 24
I wrote a poem,
hoping you'd see
But I changed my mind,
I'm keeping it for me
Today isn't special,
just a Thursday in July
Everyday it's easier,
you're further out my mind
Champagne Problems playing in my ear
I deleted my poem, thoughts not for you to hear
mysterie Jul 14
what happens after death?
no one really knows.
and honestly --
i don't think
i want to know.

some say
you go to heaven.
or hell.

others like to believe in
the afterlife,
in ghosts,
in wandering,
in haunting what's
left behind.

but me?
i just like to think
its just
that it's a kind of closure.
one thats quiet,
and final.
the kind that doesnt need
to be explained.
death doesn't scare me but losing the people i love does đź’”
date wrote: 10/7
halle Jul 3
closure is a loaded word, isn't it?

it's like love or hate or happiness or sadness — it means something different for everyone.

some people want a saccharine ending, where all of the loose strings tie neatly into place. they want august rainstorms with long, lovely speeches and picture perfect kisses to dazzle even the coldest of hearts.

some people want an ending to end all endings. they live for the drama they can feel in their gut, that rips open their veins and reminds them they're alive. they need the adrenaline that makes their heads spin.

lastly, some people want to hold on some how, some way — whether that means being friends or best friends or acquaintances who nod at one another when they pass on crowded streets. it doesn't matter because, it's all the same. not every love story lasts, and sometimes, people are better as friends, anyway.

me? i'm not sure. my mind, with all of its erratic twists and turns, and my heart, with its snap decisions, haven't ever been in this sort of situation. i don't have any prior knowledge to what this is like, and any movies that end like this, i leave the theatre before.

i guess what i could say is, given all that happened and the way it ended, all i want is one thing —

closure.
Kalliope Jul 1
A cleaner slate than ever,
All traces scrubbed away,
And while I can admit I was cowardly,
That’s something you’d never say.

I no longer crave your closure,
The whole picture’s clear to see,
It was never about my well-being
You just found someone else to please.

Which makes it extra ******,
Reaching out just to gloat,
You couldn’t leave me be,
Had to shove it down my throat.

It’s changed my whole perception
Of the soul I thought you had,
I believed all that interlinked *******-
So that’s my ******* bad.

Now you open another playbook,
Most likely filled with the same plays,
And I just have to laugh at myself-
That’s just the way of the game.
There's so many of you who personally reach out to me, which is sweet ❤️ so I'm gonna say in advance I am fine, I just feel very bitter today and I'll be back on the path to loving life again tomorrow ✨️
Limes Carma Jun 25
I didn’t want to fall apart mid-sentence,
So I said less and asked more questions.
Tuned out love songs, skipped our street —
I made avoiding you look complete.

I smile and nod when your name is mentioned,
As if it doesn't pull me out of the conversation
They throw it around casually, like it's not cutting right through —
I guess I never got to cry out about you.
© Copyright 2025 - Limes Carma
AJ Jun 23
My soul is a house with a flickering light,
A place I should visit only at night
But I linger inside through each hour of day,
Too fearful to leave, too scared to stray

For if I step out, who might wander in?
Or trace my path with a quiet grin?
Someone’s been here once, left it in shreds
I rebuilt the walls, repainted the threads

But you never broke the door,
You didn’t sneak across the floor
I led you in, I gave you the key,
I said, “What’s mine is yours with me.”

You smiled and said you’d always stay,
But forever’s not what I could say
The thought alone had made me shake,
My hands grew cold, my ribs would ache

I had no reason I could show,
No proof except my urgent “No.”
And so I packed your things with care,
And said, “My soul is mine to bear.”

I asked you gently not to call,
Not to return, not touch the walls
But still I see where you once stood,
The echo of you in grain and wood

Your footprints marked the fragile floor,
Your scent still clings behind the door
No matter how I wash or clean,
The stain you left will still be seen

I locked each window, shut each shade,
Afraid of how much love can fade
I stay inside, I don’t invite,
For history burns, and I’ve learned fright

No knocks, no keys, no turning back,
I keep my soul beneath its cracks
It’s mine alone, I roam no more,
Not when I’ve seen what came before
it still hurts.
your memory’s radioactive.
it’s no use thinking about
how much i lost
as the script of my life kept rolling.

you caught me as i fell,
i was searching for a way out,
and found you instead.
but reaching for you
only pulled me deeper down.

looking back is hard.
toxic dust i breathed in,
a chemical romance
that burned through my lungs,
your atmosphere seeping into everything.

maybe fate turned kinder
the moment i left.
what i might have become
is folded quiet,
neatly kept.

but it still stings.
not the loss — the time i can’t reclaim.
you weren’t a lesson.
you were a delay.

so take the version of me
you once believed.
i won’t ask fate for mercy,
nor beg time to rewind.
i’m done with your ghosts
that never tried.
this one’s about the grief of wasted time — not love. translated from hungarian.
June 17, 2025
i’ve put you out of my mind.
pages, chapters were turned.
we’ve carried on with new lives.
but seeing you stirred
something in me
i can’t quite comprehend.

we were so good for a while.
overwhelming,
and grossly fun.
i remember the shivers
that ran down my spine
whilst you opened up my heart.
why you stopped,
i’ll never understand.

you were taken aback
by the chemistry,
the almost-could-have-beens.
you called me the enigma,
full of mystery —
a work of wonder
left feeling cheap.
words off your mouth
like ambrosia i drank.

and now i’m having dreams about you
when i’ve filed you away.
i would have been yours,
if you’d asked me to.
i’m sorry you realised too late
that you ****** it up
right at the start.
(this one is suddenly dreaming about someone you’ve read, inside and out.)
March 10. 2025
Cadmus Jun 5
🚪

Tell those latecomers,
they are too late.

No longer welcome.

The longing that once burned for them,
now sleeps in ashes they cannot revive.

Even beauty,
once able to undo me,
now passes by,
unseen,
untouched.

For what fails to arrive when it’s needed,
doesn’t arrive at all.

Excessive waiting takes its toll,
and the loss is permanent.

⌛️
Some doors don’t slam… they simply stop opening.
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