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i told my friend,
it wasn’t like that.
we said — agreed —
this still wasn’t a date.

then you sat down
with a coffee,
making me forget
every careful phrase,
every non-confession
i’d whispered to my mind.

we wandered the city
until sundown,
as if we didn’t know
every corner of it.
and when the night
started to settle,
i offered you an out —
you had plans.
you just smiled,
waving them away.

neither of us knew
what we then began.

because i told my friend
it wasn’t like that.
but now i’m not sure
what i was trying to defend.
this one’s about the kind of almost that lingers longer than it should.
July 25, 2025
ProfMoonCake Jun 23
It took three seconds
for a cautious hello
to turn into a symphony for my soul.

I wonder if my walls still remember
the laughter that went on till dawn.
Since then, the mirror seemed kinder,
my legs moved quicker,
and my smile did not vanish.

I have never felt this way before—
sleep seemed futile,
hunger vanished.
I wrote about you
until my hands hurt.

I could feel your heartbeat
through the light blue shirt you wore.
The hidden patch of your beard was exposed.
Your words fell into mine—
look at our human noise.

The old couple looked at us in envy.
Maybe we will get there too.

The moon followed us,
and we heard wedding bells.
Your pretty hand fits well in mine—
just right.

I couldn’t wait to call you home.
Lyteweaver Jun 22
She spent her life
attached to a man
who could not love or be loved.
Her nuptials became her prison with a life sentence.
She could hear ghosts of unrequited love in her arteries.
She shivered from the hollowness of life in her veins.
She applied a tourniquet to her aorta
to stop the pulsing
the beating
the mainlining of a nonexistent love and dreams relinquished.
Her heart once bold, open and tender
became petrified Rose Quartz
holding space in the cavity of her chest.
Time stood still for decades.
Her sentence was finally served.
Release date approved.
Off comes the tourniquet
allowing new love to flow through her!
It comes rushing in deep red, rich with iron and oxygen!
Makes her cheeks blush and her breath gets shallow.
For now, it feels good to have life in her capillaries
And a heart beating with force.
She'll keep that tourniquet stuffed in her back pocket
Prepared for the next time her heart
is too much for someone.
For her spine is Lumerian Quartz
with barcodes of ancient wisdom.
It's taken thousands of lifetimes for a heart like this to evolve.
She was built for this.
CarCreator Jun 16
Laughter is the foundation
Joy is the language
*** is the expression
Love is the result
CarCreator Jun 16
Am I tired of you?
No, nice try. Give me your all.
Joy personified!
ProfMoonCake Jun 6
I don’t know who I am without Woe.
She’s been my other half—
The sincere and attentive arm.
Her body feels familiar to lay with:
The curves of her back,
The curly black hair—
They feel like home now.

It’s hard now to smile.
When I do—it’s scary.
I prepare for the earth to swallow me whole.
She flows through me,
Delicate, quiet, and lethal.
The sunflowers look the other way,
And mountains become stones.

I don’t know who I am without Woe.

My parents didn’t raise me like this.
The boy who kissed me didn’t know.
I’m married to her now—
She is my one true love.

My baby, I am scared to watch you try
And fail.
Maybe I will **** her tonight,
Or poison her each time you talk to me.
She’ll die a little with your songs.
She’ll die a little with my walks.
She has to die either way.
Alex May 5
Why go for a walk, when i could talk to her all day?
Why go outside, she's got the sky in her mind!
And why go for a swim, she's got a lake in her eyes!
Why stay up singing stupid songs when i can hold her all night long?
Shawn Oen Apr 21
Something Beautiful After

I didn’t expect to want again. Touch had become a memory, a ghost I nodded to in passing—familiar, but too far.

Then you walked in like a secret I didn’t know I was still allowed to want. Not loud. Not demanding. Just sure.

Your hands didn’t ask questions—they knew answers. Like they’d waited their whole life
to map this skin I’d buried under silence.

You kissed me like it wasn’t a reward, but a right—like you’d earned it just by seeing me
and staying.
Staying when I trembled.
Staying when I burned.

This isn’t a rebound.
This is a rise.

There’s something holy in how you undress me—not just my body, but the layers I kept hidden even from myself.

With you, it isn’t just passion—it’s permission.

To want.
To ache.
To feel everything again.
Lips like an offering.
Fingers like truth.
Breathless doesn’t mean broken anymore.

You don’t heal me—you remind me I’m already healing. That I’m not ruined, I’m ripe.

And now—now I know the difference between being needed and being wanted.
And God, you want me. Like fire wants air. Like night wants skin. Like I want you—with everything I was once afraid to give.

© 2025 Shawn Oen. All rights reserved.
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