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Isa Dipz Poem
I won’t kiss you
I’ll just long for your touch
But won’t miss
There’s a place in me
That’s still waiting to feel what it’s like
When skin meets skin
It’s an ugly feeling
To wonder what it would be like to kiss
To feel the corner of your lips align with mine
A promise without words
A secret without shadows
The need settles in my gut
Something not *yet* mine—
Or maybe never was.
No I don’t miss your touch
But I do miss
The way you used to say my name
Like it belonged to you
Copyright © Isa Dipz | Year Posted 2025
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Isa Dipz Poem
In the quiet of the night
When the sun decides to save its light for someone worthy
When the stars twinkle in its wake
When the moon chases after her lover
I used to pray
But not with the whispered devotion of a Sister
No my prayers stirred something ugly in me
Something that festered slowly
And ripped
Something raw and heavy from my chest
They never made any sense anyways
But—
I used to pray
That someone would press as close as the silence clung to me
To sooth the storm in my mind
To join the stillness of the stars
As they watched the moon reach for her
In rooms they never touched
I used to pray
That it wouldn’t end in shattered glass
Just wrung and worn out
Left outside to brace the winds and storms
To be seen
Bruises and all
And one day let back inside with whispered touch
I used to pray you were mine
In the quiet ways
In the grocery lines
In the folded clothes
In the pause before a question asked
In the hum before a record plays
I used to pray you were mine
With the songs we sang
With the dances we learned
With the art we shared
With a gentle hand
Oh I used to pray to be loved
Like I love
And yet all remains the same
Copyright © Isa Dipz | Year Posted 2025
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Isa Dipz Poem
Do you remember the last time you looked at me?
Did you know then, that it would be the last?
There’s still space for your breath here
In my lungs
There’s still shelter here
Within my ribs
There’s still the hollow ache
Only you could soothe
Where your bones used to slot into place
Do you remember the last time you said you were mine?
Did you know then that you would lie?
There’s still an extra toothbrush in my bathroom
And a cup that molded around your touch in my kitchen
And a controller that sits next to the console collecting dust
And I cling to the extra pillow you bought from your room
When mine just didn’t do the job
Do you remember the nights we shared here?
There’s a stain on my pants I refuse to wash out
And I press on it sometimes
Drive my fingers into the fabric as I wear it
Bruise my skin with force of it
Just to mimic your touch
Did you know then they didn’t mean a thing?
And yet, if you walked in tonight I wouldn’t ask where you’ve been
I’d only ask if you’re staying
Copyright © Isa Dipz | Year Posted 2025
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