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Weather Gal Poem
I belong to no one.
I wasn’t made to be loved it seems.
And then there was you.
You lied.
If you were mine and I was yours,
Why did you stomp on it?
Was our love less real? Less worthy?
Were you afraid?
Did my realness slap across your face like a cold wind on a winter day?
Because I’ve never seen someone more alive.
I’ve never seen a happier man.
And now i’m just this, an empty vessel.
Your love was contractual. Something to
hide and keep locked up like a message in
a bottle.
I loved you out loud. I felt you in my spirit, you were like the sunshine in the morning.
I was happy.
It wasn’t for the control, the lies, the deceit. But for the way you rubbed my feet when we made love. The way you rubbed my nose and told me to hush when the world got too heavy.
So why can’t I stop the tears from welling up?
None of it was real. None of it was enough.
Or maybe I wasn’t enough.
Enough to protect.
Enough to honor.
Was it my skin tone? Or my curly hair? Was it that i’m not as successful? Not as perfect?
I’m haunted by your memories.
If what we had was real, why am i standing in the same spot alone. Without you my love?
Cold. Empty. Alone in a crowd of people.
Staring at water twice as beautiful but just as unforgiving.
Why me?
Copyright © Weather gal | Year Posted 2025
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I hate the way you looked into my eyes.
I hate the way you rubbed my feet when we made love.
I hate how you smelled.
I hate that you were married.
I hate that you have children.
I hate that you held me in your arms like i was the only woman in the world.
I hate how you took me to fancy restaurants.
I hate how you opened my doors.
I hate how you watched me play the piano.
I hate how you touched me.
I hate how you kissed me.
I hate your secrets.
I hate your alter-ego.
I hate that you raped me.
I hate how you gaslight.
I hate how you told me you loved me.
I hate your wife.
I hate your status.
I hate the car you drive.
I hate how beautiful you were.
I hate your taste in music.
I hate your mind games.
I hate our connection.
I hate that you left me.
I hate myself.
I hate that we were soul mates.
I hate how I loved you.
I hate what you took from me.
I hate the world.
I hate the people in it.
I hate you reading this.
Copyright © Weather gal | Year Posted 2025
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I’ll go somewhere we all go.
That’s somehow also right here?
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Everything you touch rots. Not because of me—but because you became a f*cken white supremacist when you raped a Black woman and expected silence.
Goodluck.
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Yk Mike, it was messy and ugly at times but I just want you to know I really did and do love you. In my own way.
It wasn’t textbook love, i’m a flawed person, deeply flawed.
But you meant a lot to me, this meant a lot to me.
I hope you find someone that feels like peace. I wish I could have been that for you.
Thank you for being in my life for the little bit of time that we had. It really meant the world to me. I really believe that everything will work out for you. I hope everything you want comes to fruition.
Thank you for being my friend when I needed a friend and letting me get to know you a little bit.
I think the healthiest thing I can really do for you is to just let you go.
I know I can’t be what you needed. But i’m forever grateful and always rooting for you in this life.
#1 fan, always.
I love you, and I know you’re gonna be great.
sorry it’s drama asf lol I could definitely write poetry about ya but I just wanted to really be vulnerable and lyk how i really felt before I go.
I also forgive you, for everything. Truly, I forgive you, i’m not angry with you. I just want us to both heal. I’m sorry if i added to your troubles. I’m no better than anyone else. You didn’t deserve it. Just do your best and your best is enough for the right person. You’re worthy of everything your heart desires. Nothing that I or anyone says will change it.
I was wrong for everything I said. I should have just walked away before ever letting myself say horrible things to you.
None of it was true. I’m sorry again. Have a good day.
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He rubbed my feet while he raped me.
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I love to feel. I love feeling alive. I love to cry. I love to participate in my own life.
I love you. I loved our little forever. It meant everything to me.
I loved you in this lifetime, properly. I didn’t lie, I didn’t use you. I loved you, deeply.
It was short lived but it mattered. We mattered. Thank you for every moment.
Thank you for existing.
Take care ??
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bad moods are for scrooges and ppl that hate their lives
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I’ll be here whenever you need me.
I’ll give you space, give you grace.
I’ll love you discreetly.
I’ve known enough cold
To know not to chase
but when I think of love
I picture your face.
I want you to be happy and I can’t do that neatly.
So i’ll release you with love and hope that someday you re - meet me.
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I love you like I love the cold.
When I’m in it, i’m freezing. I’m praying for another moment of warmth.
I love the cold because of you. I know that you’re also freezing.
Freezing against a world that’s meant for you to fail, yet you don’t.
You rise. You don’t play by the rules.
I respect you. I respect the way you move through life.
You have to respect the cold. It’ll always come, it’ll always wrap its essence around you, you can’t escape it.
I love the cold but I can’t become the cold.
I wanted us, our little home, our little life to feel warm.
I can’t take your coldness away from you, i tried to surround you in warmth , in light.
And I just became cold. As hard as I may to fight it.
Maybe I’m cold too?
We both deserve a love that’s warm.
I love you enough to keep us both from being cold.
I’m your friend, Always. I won’t become cold for you.
I’ll love you from a distance. I’ll love you in moments, in memories, in how i pray, in how I move through life.
I know there’s a god, because he gave me you. He loved us both enough to allow us to experience each other. Even if it wasn’t forever.
I’ll always love you, deeper than the grand canyon.
You took my heart, everything about you captivated me. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think around you. It was illogical.
I hope to be loved how I loved you.
I love you - but I love warmth more than cold.
I love abundance, I love consideration, I love multiplication, loyalty, kindness, empathy, ownership.
I have to let you go - the cold is cruel and unforgiving.
I hope one day you understand.
But it’s already too late.
Nothing can be undone, unsaid. God help us.
Help us both become the people you intend us to be.
I hope to meet you in the next life. I hope to love you the only way I know how. In warmth, in light, in love.
Peace be with you.
Roam, my love.
Roam.
Live, love, heal.
Goodbye.
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