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45 · May 27
I Adore You
Asuka May 27
You are the wind that circles me—unseen, yet deeply felt.
I marvel at your dance, like leaves caught in your rhythm.
You were the first ripple on my still waters—
a fleeting droplet that stirred my quiet sadness into something like joy.

You were the distant star I traced with wonder,
your brilliance making my gaze flinch,
yet I kept looking, drawn by a silent hope.

You are the lone pearl gleaming in an endless ocean—
the only one I ever wished to hold.
You are the forest where I long to rest,
your canopy my refuge.

The sunlight that filters through your branches—
those are the moments that touch me,
warm and golden, brief yet eternal.
43 · Jun 17
Our Shore
Asuka Jun 17
My love is an ocean—
not for sailing, but drowning.
Each wave bears the weight of ache,
salted with longing and reverence.

Rivers of devotion spill from my ribs,
carving your name into stone
with hands that bleed faith.

And if time grinds it down to sand,
let it become a sacred shore—
where our echoes shape the tides,
where memory breathes in seafoam,
and only we remain—
bare, eternal, mythic.
43 · Jun 17
Obsession, Softly
Asuka Jun 17
Your hair’s cropped, bare enough
for me to memorize the shape of you—
my hands don’t wander; they return.

With your glasses, you glimpse the world.
Without them, you’re mine—
the blur becomes me,
and I become everything you see.

The bruise I left was no accident—
desire marked you because words couldn’t.
It bloomed like a secret only we could touch,
a dark petal over your skin

The ocean is jealous;
it will never know the depth I’ve fallen into you.
I’ve fallen into you so deep,
even gravity would beg for mercy.

You’re not a habit—
you’re a need.
I vape your scent like it's the last breath I'll take,
not to live, but to burn.

We met in the mist,
but that was no coincidence.
I called for you before I even knew your name.

And now,
I don’t just love you—
I ache to keep you,
every second,
in every breath,
beneath every bruise.
Asuka 6d
I trusted them—
like a toddler trusts gravity.
And guess what?
I fell flat. Face-first. Again.

I loved them—
with all the drama of a K-drama lead.
They loved me back like…
a cat loves water.

They called my very valid emotional breakdown
a "teenage mood swing."
Yeah. Sure.
And earthquakes are just the Earth stretching.

Every breath, every day—
a dramatic soap opera.
Except I’m the lead
and the audience and the writer
—and no one’s paying me for it.

I listened to “Fight Song” for the 397th time,
thinking it might pump me up.
But turns out, music can’t fix
chronic underappreciation
or autocorrect turning ‘I’m fine’ into ‘I’m fired’ (frustration)

******?
Please. The internet called me that yesterday.
Today, I’m “emotionally unstable with main character energy.”
Upgrade.

Exaggerating?
Only my ****** expressions.
This is real life, baby.
Starring me: the misunderstood meme queen.

I’m 18.
They say I act 12.
But my mental age test said 32.
So what am I?
A human age Rubik’s cube?
Good luck solving me without peeling the stickers.

So I’ll wait till I’m 32.
Maybe I’ll have a cactus farm.
Or a PhD in sarcasm.
But patience?
I couldn’t even wait for popcorn in the microwave.

And no—this isn’t attention-seeking.
This is therapy with Wi-Fi.
Posted right here on HelloPoetry
’cause apparently, therapists don’t take memes as currency.
30 · Jul 2
Say That Again
Asuka Jul 2
Your eyes undress the moment—
slow, certain, like you’ve already won.
You lean in close,
and the space between us forgets how to behave.

Your voice is velvet sin,
your laugh? A dare wrapped in honey.
I should walk away,
but your name tastes better on my lips than reason ever could.

So say it again—
the way you look at me
like you're already unbuttoning my thoughts.
28 · Jun 19
Untitled
Asuka Jun 19
Is it raining too much tonight?
Is the thunder giving you a fright?
No, my love, don’t fear the sky—
The Almighty’s just passing by,
Taking pictures with every light,
Of the masterpiece in His sight.
Asuka 3d
Did my prayers reach You, God?
Or were You holding up a mirror,
reflecting them back as a rainbow —
so I’d know You listened?

Did You send the rain to fall with my tears,
so no one else would notice…
but You still would?

Was it You flashing the sky with light?
Were You taking my picture —
like a proud parent from above?

The clouds looked so chubby today...
Are You teasing me again?
Yes, I’m fat —
but I look as soft and loved as they are.

Why are the moon and stars in the same sky,
yet only the stars twinkle?
Is the moon quiet because it holds me in silence,
while the stars blink because they miss me?

I’m not orphaned.
I am seen.
I am known.
Heaven is watching —
quiet, kind, and full of light.
Asuka Jun 27
He moves like moonlight spilled on tired streets,
A hush in the chaos where softness repeats.
Eyes like dewdrops on windows at dawn,
Holding stories that ache but still carry on.

He is a sketch left half in charcoal and gold,
A canvas of silences tenderly bold.
Not thunder or fire — he is the breeze,
That touches your soul then leaves with ease.

A book with no title, a line never said,
He’s coffee gone cold that still warms your head.
A lighthouse that waits with a gentle light,
Though no ship may come — he stays through the night.

He speaks in pauses, in glances, in air,
A poem unwritten but floating somewhere.
He is not yours, and may never be,
But he lives in the corners where dreams run free.

So you sit with your heart pressed against a screen,
Loving a shadow that feels serene.
For not all love must touch or stay—
Some simply glows and walks away.
21 · Jun 17
Before the freeze
Asuka Jun 17
With each tick of the clock, seasons quietly bend,
Every storm that came and went, left behind a friend.

The sunlit land now shivers under snow’s command,
Where warm winds once whispered love, silence now stands.

Golden leaves spoke softly, of life and its tide,
Even fruits lost their sweetness, as time passed by.

Once smooth and tender, their skins now cracked and dry,
The days grow shorter, and love asks why.

If only I had sown a garden, with these fleeting days,
Cradled each moment softly, like colors in sun rays.

Had I only watered the leaves, kept them green with care,
Saved them from curling dry, held them in prayer.

I should’ve tasted the fruit, while it still held light,
Wrapped it in shade, before it faded from sight.

In age or youth, I’d hold them close and tight,
Cover them in warmth, before the cold took flight.

Just once more, I wish time would be kind,
Let us dance, sing, leave the past behind.

For this life was never mine alone to see—
It was always ours, our shared destiny.

— The End —