Question

You're in your house,
chasing smoke with your dad,
while I’m by the lake,
throwing stones into ripples,
where my body should be.
You’re waiting for me, but I’m
finally realising—
I don’t want to be found—
Not by you.

I swear I’ve tried, maybe
that’s what ruins me—
‘Cause the thought of your hands
feels heavier than warmth,
and I can’t find the words—
maybe we were never meant to last.

No one tells you how to break
a good man’s heart— once
You've folded love into something so simple,
That it slips through your ghosts,
Turns the bars to water,
and frees the feeling trapped inside

So I write my goodbye a thousand times,
then slip out the back door
before I change my mind,
looking you in the eye.
Your father will blame you.
Old men with money and no mercy
always do.

I know this, and I’m sorry.
I want to believe one day
we’ll laugh in a parking lot somewhere,
but by tomorrow,
you’ll hate the sight of my name.
We’ve caused each other
a strange kind of pain,
opened wounds we don’t know how to close.
I love you—
But not in a way that can make you happy.

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I was sort of going with the idea that the narrator is in a relationship with someone she cares about, but she’s starting to realize it’s not a romantic love, even though he loves her deeply.

Answer 1

this is really good and I got the idea of what you were trying to get at. I feel like I felt like this before but maybe not, jus a similiar feeling. you're poems are always good and the luh story behind them is always deep and meaningful.

Answer 2

This is REALLY good- keep making poems plsss

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Answer 4

Very good as always

Answer 5

10/10. Good Job

Answer 6

i love that.

Answer 7

cool.

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Answer 9

Yesssuhhhhh

Answer 10

noice

Answer 11

I love it

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