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Lovely Tie Poem
agree to disagree
At a young age, I started to realize that the only way to make my mom happy was to agree with her.?When you agree, everyone is happy… right??But no.?I was so busy thinking about keeping everyone else happy,?I forgot to ask myself what made me happy.
It wasn’t people.?Wasn’t drugs.?Wasn’t love.?And it damn sure wasn’t money.
What truly made me happy??I wondered—and I still do to this day.
At first, I looked for it in people.?But people were looking for their own joy,?and I was just a stop along their search.?They didn’t care too much for me—?not really.
Drugs gave me a high,?a quick escape that made me forget for a while.?But what’s the point of forgetting?if you always end up remembering again??I didn’t want to numb a temporary pain?with a permanent addiction.
Love…?Love was beautiful.?And for a moment, it felt like maybe that was it.?But it hurt—oh, it hurt so much.?Who knew that feeling of being replaced?would awaken a wound I buried years ago??I didn’t even know it was still bleeding.
They say money brings you happiness,?but money can’t hold you.?Money doesn’t ask how your heart feels.?Eventually, you’re sitting alone,?surrounded by silence,?talking to a green paper tree,?wishing it could talk back.
So what makes me happy??I still don’t know for sure.?But I know what doesn’t.?And maybe that’s where healing begins.
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Reciprocated.
Unrequited love, the feeling I’ve felt every time I fall for an individual. It’s a feeling that stays hidden at first but slowly becomes a reality, a reality that the love you are giving isn’t being reciprocated back to you . It’s like a one-sided echo in the halls of my heart,
a silent song sung only for myself,
because to love them is to build a castle on sand,
and to love them the way I do,
is to love someone who doesn't love you the same. To feel for someone who doesn’t feel for you.
To want to feel someone who only wants to graze your outer layer. You long for a touch of love over lust, their acknowledgment, clinging desperately to the smallest gestures, a fleeting smile, a shared glance. You dissect these moments, searching for a sign, a hint of reciprocation. Yet, you exhaust yourself trying to bridge the gap, to make them see, to make them feel what you do.. Until the day it appears to you that they simply just can’t. But still you stay with hope in your heart that one day they will see just how much you mean to them, that just one day they will love you just as much and even more than you do. You hope and you hope and you hope… You had imagined moments where their eyes would light up at the thought of you, where your presence would stir something deep within them. You had felt that spark, the connection you believed could grow. Yet here they are, effortlessly intertwined with someone else, sharing the kind of love that you craved for yourself—a love that feels as if it was meant to be so freely exchanged, so readily given, just not to you. Oh, how it burns to see them. To see them open up, to have their heart open. A door for them to easily fall in love. The love that you so desperately want, to see them reciprocate. To have them love someone else and as deeply as you'd hoped they'd love you. It's a constant reminder of what you crave, the love, and the need for acceptance that you can't get. At last, the painful truth sweeps over you like a cold wave: it wasn’t that they were unable to fall in love. It’s not that they lack the capacity for emotional connection; rather, it’s the stark reality that their heart, so full of warmth, simply doesn’t choose you
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The ocean
I always had a fear of the ocean you know?
Those deep dark tides pulling you in
The darkness lurking beneath the horizon
But oh how beautiful it is
Pulling me closer and closer
Until my feet feel the shore going back home then coming back to me for a short moment before leaving again
I hated the ocean. For looking so beautiful and luring me in
Then drowning me. Taking all the air out my lungs. A thief in the night, stealing my one and only breathe
But for some I don’t blame the ocean
For some reason i even feel sorrow for the ocean. The pollution it’s given and forced to endure and the only help it ever gets is from people. The same people that polluted her.
She is scared too.
Scared on who to trust.
Not knowing who’s bringing love,
and who’s bringing poison masked as care. She waits in silence, swallowing secrets and oil spills, never sure if the next hand reaching out is there to heal her or hurt her. It’s no wonder she drowns people. She’s trying to survive her own demise—?trying to save herself?the only way she knows how. By using people,?just like she’s been used.
The one person who came and picked trash from her waters?gave the ocean hope—?a flicker of possibility that she could be saved.
But she was wrong.
That small act of kindness,?the only kind she’d ever known,?felt like everything.?It made her believe.?Hope bloomed— hope that one day she’d be clean again,?that people wouldn’t fear her touch
She began to think every human who came near was there to help.?And that hope consumed her,?made her reach out blindly—?sometimes hurting those she only meant to welcome. All she ever wanted was to be cleansed. To be seen, not as a soul-stealing tide,?but as the pure, aching soul?she’s always been beneath the surface.
A darkness waiting to be shown light
not to be feared,
but understood.
A depth that holds pain, yes,
but also beauty, waiting for someone brave enough
to dive in and stay
Copyright © Lovely Tie | Year Posted 2025
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