Something small in my heart

Takes so much room

This time it’s a friend

Saying ‘I love you’

Why do I care?

Is this normal?

Is it because you never say it enough?

Is it because no one else says it other then you?

Were you lying?

It didn’t seem like it

When you looked at me, smiling bigger then ever

Pulling me close with your arm

That wasn’t a lie

You’re not a good actor

Am I likable?

Loveab...

Too…can it…conceal,

It can mend…destroy…and kill,

But…one thread…can heal.

_Note - This is a continuation from my other haiku:_

_Trust…can love…can ache, _

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_Just as delicate as glass,_

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_One crack…and it breaks._

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I got my tarot read today

I’ve been told

That I’ve healed

But why does that seem to lie

So I walked home alone

And relived the memories we used have

Walking down the street

Kissing in the parking lot

Dates in the local cafe

Dancing in the record store

Looking at the pictures

On the wall

Us holding hands

Us getting married

Us in France

Us learning a new hobby

I can still feel it now

Dancing in...

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,

Curse the day she learned he’s never coming home.

Silence the pianos and with muffled drum,

Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

The widow, veiled in black, walks through the lonely rooms,

Where echoes whisper secrets of lost days,

She touches faded photographs of bride and groom,

And wonders how love's light could ever fade.

Let aeropla...

(It’s Not completely the prompt, I wrote this for a person[actually 2..or 3, but they’re in parts to me, so Idrk], not saying who, but I think they may know. 😎so, read it if you want, I don’t care, it’s for me, and maybe it’s you I’m talking about.)

(I’ve removed someone for a reason😈)

I’ve been there next to you for a while,

I’m disguised with multiple masks,

Don’t trust me fellow,

For yo...

A sequel for ‘All for Cap-Cap’ .

I can’t wake up.

I’m glued to the floor.

What happened to me?

Everything feels sore.

I can barely remember even one thing.

Except my stuffed capybara.

I think I saved him,

That thing I did.

For once in a long time,

I open my eyes.

I’m laying on a fluffy cloud.

In front of me,

It’s Cap-Cap.

The thing I died for.

I feel it wasn’t worth it,

Because I’m starting to g...

(AHH 100 WRITINGS!!!! Some might know, but this is a response to ‘The Hill We Climb’ by Amanda Gorman.)

When night came,

I asked myself,

The exact same questions

You’re asking now.

I’m not that smart

So don’t trust my words

But I can’t see the light

Is it really there?

Being American is having to live

With the shitty things our ancestors did

And while florida is trying to rewrite the past,

Us p...

Brave home supported

by those that toil a little

longer to be free...

I can’t say all the words that you just invented

My vocabulary is too much limited

You have flair, and panache, and I feel resented

But you elocution is a bit on the nose

Forgive the play on words, Cyrano, in my prose

You’re centering the focus and you nose just rose

But to this affront I must think and now pause

I am here, humble, and ready to submit

To ask for forgiveness, so trust I am legit...

Growing up can be a painful thing,

As we leave our childhood behind.

We learn to face the world head-on,

And leave our innocence far behind.

We leave behind the carefree days,

Of playing, laughing, and running wild.

Instead, we must face life head-on,

And learn to navigate as an adult.

The pain of growing up is real,

As we realize the world is not always kind.

We face rejection, heartbreak, and ...