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Rophine Writes Poem
1. It's been years, months, weeks have gone by.
I've grown so much I can barely recognize my reflection. No lie.
Each day more, I've seen you star in less of my dreams and it made me glad.
I wrote a poem or two about the feeling of finally letting go of the best of me—you. My bad.
2. Mom drew the curtains today, I need some vitamin D.
She shut them back when she walked out, watching you ski.
My heart,
it beats,
When you're far and stops when you're near.
3. I thought I would have forgotten about your laugh, silly and cute.
Your eyes were ordinary but canvas worthy. Bullets of memories it shoots.
Your hands were soft as daisies, pretty as lilies. You'd stare at me as if I were a movie. Oh my.
Waves through my hair and entangle with mine under the moonlit sky.
4. I tried hard not to sound cheesy when I say you are my loophole, a bad habit,
A complete *****,
Force of nature, like the earth round its orbit,
Three hundred sixty-five days a year.
5. On a cloudy fall sky, I sat down in our favorite trees, penning down my thoughts.
Ink dries ahead of every word. Would you think I were cool if you saw me now?
Like a green leaf in a rainforest, a canvas stuck in a gallery, did I run out of slots?
Or am I like the river we bathe in when we were young, long gone and replaced. Do I still have a shot?
6. With you?
All through?
7. If not, let me go. I've got other dramas to star in. I won't be a second lead to none.
Can I
Go away, leave me alone in the cold dark forest, barefooted while she warms your sheets.
Hold me, let go, shunned.
8. Is she your forever?
Your seahorse?
Dancing to your favorite tune?
When I only need the source?
9. Your heart,
It beats,
Thump, thump, thump.
It's all for me, she feels.
10. About the poems I lied
Over a hundred, for each I cried
Thump thump thump
It beats
For you
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Rophine Writes Poem
The VOW
I can't recall the day or time when I fell for you,
That precious, defining moment when I grew fond of you.
That's how much I have grown obsessed with you.
But I guess the answer lies deep inside,
In the once-empty void I call my eyes.
spend a lot of sleepless nights thinking about how all this is going to play out.
You wanna hear my vow so bad, it makes you shout.
Sadly, despite the volumes of dictionary and literature I seem to consume, I can't find words that hold a candle to you.
I can't bear the thought of anything being a fluke.
Through the bloom of spring to the harvest of autumn. All I know, today, yesterday, and tomorrow,
Is that I will love you through joy, rain, sunshine, and sorrow.
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Psychotic
1. I love you, and it's pathetic.
I know, I know—you put the psyche in psychotic.
You raised me up at my lowest moment,
So you could push me off when I was done with all life's turbulence.
2.You're in my memories, raging in the back of my mind, and my last thought when my voice starts to crack.
In our brief time together, you never let me forget I'm a deck of cards that can't be stacked.
Gaslighted, groomed, and blackmailed to hold your hand when the world begged me to let go.
Sheltered, endured, love-bombed in my rarest moments to feed your endless ego.
3.In the end, when a relationship comes to its track's end or loss,
The bus driver calls for both to walk out of the bus.
Whether one stays or goes, it doesn't matter,
For it takes two to weather any storm together.
4.I love you, and it's pathetic.
For I tried hard to live with your belongings in the attic.
It takes a memory or two
To get me started running back to you
Or the souvenir you left behind.
5. I loved you, and it's pathetic.
It's funny; I only realized that you don't need a diagnosis to be empathetic.
Dressed up in your favorite costume and several masks,
Only to get my feelings bottled in a cold and abandoned flask.
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Rophine Writes Poem
I'm always walking on eggshells around everyone,
Honestly, it's getting exhausting.
I notice the little things that make you laugh,
In hopes that you'll laugh with me.
When I don't, I wonder:
Do they actually care for me,
Or the idea I've created?
Will they pet my hair when the whole world falls apart with me in the center?
The only people I can be myself with,
I worry they hate me.
Maybe they're good at faking it.
It just might be genetic,
Because I'm good at faking it too.
I hate long conversations,
But I'll look you in the eye and smile.
I need to sleep,
Yet I'll stay awake for you.
Does it make me weak?
That I can't create boundaries,
Letting you see how far I can go to please you?
I've been taking a lot of therapy,
In hopes that I will learn to love
The not-so-perfect reflection the world sees,
The real me, who isn't half of what they know.
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Mother
Has Hearts in His Eyes When He Looks into Yours
Caring less about emptying his wallet, he promised to take you on tours.
With his fingers trying to grasp my shirt, he told me you ripped his heart off your sleeve.
Under the umbrella of a starless night, clad in all shimmering black like a thief.
It makes me wonder at night how he sees his wife.
He slips his hand into yours in public with pride when you get any attention. He only wants you in his life.
Deep inside, offering fake smiles, I pray he does this against his will.
Does he remember the vow he took or the seal?
From birth, I knew I had a great sense of humor which could light up any dark room.
With you, I always felt your laugh was fake, forced like those 'lol's one sends to groom.
Pulled me closer to you with your daring personality,
Held my hand in the dark, and I fell for the fake sincerity.
You whispered to me, asking why I got the courage,
"Why him? You could basically have any man you want."
"I didn't know he was married."
Now you know, but why do you still stay?
Once again, I have proven to be a fool,
Letting you use me again and again like a tool.
Once bitten, twice shy, they say.
Maybe next time, you won't take the blame.
Upon arrival, he spends the whole time in your room.
What do you guys do in there?
The moans and creaks aren't you playing cards.
He doesn't put any effort into knowing your kids.
You do the same and pretend they don't exist.
I promise to keep it hushed that I hate it when you are here.
Ever since, you have given me a dirty once-over in your car.
She seems to like being around you, even when you smell like tar.
And only lets others see her naked for fun.
Go back to your wife and kids.
Don't make me bleed; it might be your turn.
If he loved his son like a father should,
He wouldn't ever be interested in you, mother.
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Please don't think it's love
1.I hate how quickly I fall in love
It happens so naturally, like a leaf falling from a tree in summer.
I grow cosier and sweeter
Hiding in a hibiscus stalk like nectar
2.Please don't mistake it for infatuation
Slowly and deeply, it creeps in me
Like a python, sucking the life out of its victim
It's a temporal digression
3. I watch from the balcony each night as your car rolls into the driveway
Tried to wave or call out your name, like that would push me astray
Pretend you're interested in us as I walk by
Leaned sticky notes on your car, and you only sigh
4. Please don't think of this as infatuation
It is an obsession
Deep-rooted from within
It consumes me inside out, that is what it is
I wish it could go away
5. Please don't think of this as love
I'm just a fan in love with art
Not the artist
Please don't think I am in love
I know it's tough
6.As an aesthete, I adore the way
You flick your brush on the canvas
The rhythm you listen to as you sway
Your brows tingle at every depiction, while I stay anonymous
I notice the little things because I tend to be mysterious
7. Please don't think of this as hilarious
I am not in love with thee
But your work, I am too
Please don't think I am serious
I think I love you
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Chucky's atonement
1. Used to be scared of the rain. He would drag me out of the shelter and make me dance.
It always drives him insane. Dressed me like a little Chucky doll and spared me no glance.
Frozen toes in winter were warmer than the hot tears of fall. He would knit me a polyester, same color as his cat.
2. Used to be scared of his footsteps and the timbre sound of the bell until I sniffed your inviting pine cologne.
My heart palpitates at the notification of your message/call. Trapped in your fancy hell.
Called me your wife in public. Treat me like a pet at home. Jagged scars on my back memories of your love.
Only meant for us to see, Right?
3. Used to be scared of his belt till I tasted your kiss. It eats me from inside out and leaves me torn.
Trapped in your elegant world, in your embrace so tight it killed my every dream.
Like the gold jewelry from Valentine. Alluring and heavy.
4. Used to be scared of his voice till I heard your laugh. Honey, I fell for it before I even knew you. Smooth and unrestrained, engraving it on every marble wall.
5. Used to be scared of his stares until I faced your smile, kept me frozen in a daze. Silent but brutal.
One minute you kissed me like you meant it, just to treat me like the sand underneath your feet.
6.Used to be scared of you until I knew the location of the key.
The beginning of my downfall. Chucky's atonement.
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Best of me!
1. I always saw the world in shapes,
You know it's my only escape
I never had a need to keep my cake -
Cause life doesn't work that way.
2. I spent my life grieving the past and loving good memories,
Till you -
You make my lowest moments memorable
Over and over again,
I fall for you.
3. I don't belong to you,
Or to anyone.
Throughout, I have become insatiable -
I can't see a life without you.
4. Call me obsessed,
Call me foe,
I am only a jeweler searching for his gem.
5. They all say it hush, but the walls have ears.
I say it now - the truth in their fears:
You are the best of me,
Maybe my only virtue.
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Deadly sins
1. Strange, I can't recall if I had breakfast yesterday,
I can remember what kind of pollens made you sneeze twice that Tuesday.
If only you knew how many times I called your name when I was drunk,
Or sober
Or how many times I had to drive two hours back to stop myself from ringing your bell.
I have only grown dumber
2. Gawking at her glowing skin in a two-piece red. An ethereal canvas that could make a straight woman bend.
Water trickles snake-like down your abdomen like rain on my window. Stunning blue orbs, wish you could lend
Biting my lips, tried to look away when you caught my eyes. So embarrassed, choked ''hi ''
3. Sing to me about your infatuation in the voice of Mr. Tortoise marked with his tattoo.
Lie to me. Kiss him. Babe, add me to the queue.
Say all the right things when the lights in his eyes go dim and I can't see
Go against gravity if I need to; you will fall back to me.
4. Stunning forest green eyes, a demi God body like mine. Striking! Try to keep me from you?
Overqualified to be your crush. Watch the whole world stare when I am with thee.
Your pretend, trying to play it cool. I could have anyone in the universe.
I guess you could say you are truly blessed.
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'Her'
1. Like tracks on snow, she left a dent in my heart.
Bold, dark, and beautiful she was.
Praised by her underdogs, she sought.
Blessed by the heavens with humor; charming and smart.
2. She burst through the doors, wearing a smile I found plain at first sight.
If only I had known, it would grow to become my greatest plight.
Mom taught me to believe in goodness and sincerity in all.
She recalled her dark views of the fairy-lit city, said it was 'maul'.
3. Was she heaven-sent? Angel-speak or Hell-created?
Under the passion of her touch, the bed creaks
Like diamonds crafted from an unassuming rock, she seized my attention.
Hand in hand, we were synchronized. Her frankness, I desperately hated.
4. Stumbled down the rabbit hole of her enchantment.
Dancing and singing all night in her golden slippers.
Cinderella.
Hoping the night will run forever.
Pitter-patter raindrops washing away the deception in our agreement.
5. From dawn to dusk, we take the same steps daily.
Hair skipping in the wind, she is my friend, my love letters mailing.
In my deepest daydreams, I pretend she is a moth and I am the flame.
Someday, it will make it all easier to earn the blame.
6. Loved her like winter, cold, distant, and destructive.
Who knew infatuation and trust were pals on opposite coins?
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