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Michele Holub Poem
I try so hard to understand
The man inside, apart from the band
You make me wait, testing my patience
Then all I get is one crude sentence
I can see that you aren’t so busy
I ask, but then you call me silly
No time or words for me today
I guess I should be on my way
I struggle to act like I don’t care
Staying silent is such a lonely affair
I feel so deeply but mustn’t show
It’s nothing you are eager to know
The eggshells I walk on are fragile
I tiptoe so you won’t unravel
But it makes my heart so heavy
Wondering if you’ll ever be ready
For now I must mute my affection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
Do nothing, say nothing, as soon as possible
And yet my soul aches for the impossible...
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2025
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Michele Holub Poem
He was dealt a harsh life
But he tuned it into something beautiful
He’s electric, like the body of his lonely guitar
He holds a soft heart, yet remains inscrutable
He’s swayed by music, his swift fingers hitting each note
He frets, then he avoids, scanning for escape
He holds onto his pain, like the neck of his lonely guitar
Taking space when vulnerability takes shape
He won’t feel safe if you get too close
His magnetic shield attracts only sound
Strumming vibrations, like the pick-up of his lonely guitar
His gift to us is his music, so profound
He’ll dismiss you, then feel remorse when you’re gone
A self-fulfilling prophecy from personalized neglect
Pushing and pulling, like the whammy on his lonely guitar
His tension alters the pitch in his need to protect
He doesn’t want to lose you, but he won’t choose you
He gauges his emotional regulation through every tune
As he plucks at your heart, like the strings of his lonely guitar
In his authentic tone that causes my soul to swoon
He keeps himself busy to evade any reflection
He’s only secure on the stage hearing fan’s cheers
He’s divided his pitch, like the fret of his lonely guitar
He’ll scale you back while he’s hiding his fears
His riff is survival while suppressing his demons
Yet he maintains perfect control set by the saddle
Where he’s safely anchored, like the bridge of his lonely guitar
His wall of silence is more deafening in his battle
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2025
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Michele Holub Poem
I start the day with a simple hello
I can see he’s ignoring it, though
Good intentions but now I’m low
He’s always gonna resist
I make a request to stop by
But he’s too private of a guy
I hang my head low and sigh
He’s always gonna resist
These conversations feel so hollow
We once were deep, but now shallow
Now I’m off to cry and wallow
He’s always gonna resist
I must not ask for a date
I won’t get one at this rate
It must be my fate to wait
He’s always gonna resist
Independence is all he will seek
True feelings he will never speak
This situation looks mighty bleak
He’s always gonna resist
I want to show how I care
But I know I mustn’t dare
For he is one to easily scare
He’s always gonna resist
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2025
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It was the first day of the new year
When I realized you were leaving
While I was falling in love with you
I became so lost in my sadness
It felt so much heavier than anything else
During the bluest, coldest January I’ve ever felt
That was the first time I waited for you
I couldn’t bear to lose you or let you go
So I betrayed my needs to hug your soul
Now a year has gone by and I’ve been a fool
For crying and wondering and longing for you
Torn in my battle between head and heart
This toxic soul tie is tearing me apart
You’ve left and come back too many times
Without a shred of empathy or compassion
Now it’s my broken heart’s resolve
To get over you and cut the tether
On the first day of the new year
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2026
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Push me away, time and time again
Blow me off and cancel our dates
Ignore my message every now and then
Leave me unread while my broken heart waits
Pull me back in with a phone call
Crave my closeness in your lonely space
Open up a tiny crack in your wall
In the mood for a fantasy to chase
Push me away to avoid rejection
Resent me for leaving when you disappear
Shut down by that tender connection
Run from internal conflict of shame and fear
Pull me back in with a tiny show of effort
When you long for warm understanding
Holding my emotions hostage, causing only hurt
Seeking validation that your ego is demanding
Push me away from a love that heals
Build up your wall and call it peace
Shutdown and smothered by your heart that feels
No trust and now your control must increase
Pull me back in when you mourn my adoration
Care deeply but hide it when seen
True feelings that quicken you to elation
But now I’m tired of feeling unseen
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2025
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Michele Holub Poem
Throw out your practicality
Throw out your excuses
Throw out all your reasons
Now reflect on your soul
Tell me, what do you desire?
Follow your heart, not your fear
Bury the chaos of your mind
Bury all your shame
Bury your brave mask
Now reflect on your soul
Tell me, what do you desire?
Follow your heart, not your fear
Give up on pushing me away
Give up on hiding your emotions
Give up on suppressing your feelings
Now reflect on your soul
Tell me, what do you desire?
Follow your heart, not your fear
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She ponders how this anxiety will manifest
As she watches him ignore her every request
She feels unseen and unheard by his deflection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
He needs more time to process this feeling
The message she sent leaves him reeling
He’s overwhelmed by her incessant reflection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
She opens her reels and there she sees
He gives out adoration to others with ease
This hurts her core wound of rejection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
He won’t give her his time or intent
His independence is sacred to the highest extent
He’s a stubborn bachelor who refuses inflection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
She’s open and honest and has strong emotion
Her desires and fantasies perceived such a notion
That relations with him could be perfection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
His vulnerability shrinks into tiny vague pieces
As his unruly fear of closeness with her increases
He puts up a wall of resistance for protection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
She’s aware of his changes and patterns
So she earnestly studies his actions and learns
She sees him clearly through his disconnection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
He’s mastered the art of compartmentalization
This he learned as a child of emotional desertion
Leaving a core wound of shame, lacking affection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
She’s hot for him and seeks his attention
But her moves are met by his calm apprehension
When he touches her curves, there is no objection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
He’s terrified to advance the romance
He’s better suited to practice avoidance
She’s too real and he feels the connection
Triggers are thrown in every direction
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Michele Holub Poem
Tell me how this silence affects you
Tell me how you wonder if it affects me
Tell me how you will respond, asap
You say nothing
Tell me who you think about
Tell me who got your heart
Tell me who will ever get it, asap
You say nothing
Tell me what you are after
Tell me what your soul desires
Tell me what you ponder, asap
You say nothing
Tell me where your heart will go
Tell me where your dreams will take you
Tell me where your thoughts are, asap
You say nothing
Tell me when you have some time
Tell me when you want to see me
Tell me when it will ever be, asap
You say nothing
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Been eye banging you for a while now
I got this burning infatuation (and chemistry)
And I’m ruminating on this fantasy
That releases in me the dopamine
Just like an animal in heat
My machinations are charming you
You give me the validation I seek (I seek)
Feeling your touch promotes a pulsing elation
That releases in me the oxytocin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss (the bliss)
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
Your hex put me in a state of euphoria
A high reward to enhance intense pleasure
I’m gonna ride this wave of excitement
That releases in me the serotonin
Just like an animal in heat
You’re a vixen, meeting all my desires
We attach as our skin makes the connection
We spark in the sheets with rhythmic urges
That releases in me the vasopressin
Just like an animal in heat
Chorus
Girl, give me another kiss
A hit of dopamine to feel the bliss
‘Cuz when it comes to you
I’m an animal in heat
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I dress with less for my body flouncing
My titties jiggle and my ass is bouncing
I prance around to ring your bell
And call myself an Instagram “model”
I make up my face and pout my lips
I put on the music and shake my hips
I do up my hair with lots of gel
Pretty me, your favorite Instagram “model”
I tease to milk men of their hard-earned money
You stroke yourself instead of me, honey
I’m here to make your life less dull
That’s the charm of an Instagram “model”
They call me an e-thot, fishing for a “like”
That Ho Over There all girlfriends dislike
‘Cuz I record these videos of my body to sell
Look at me, I am an Instagram “model”
Some women before me took to the street
They marched and protested, refusing defeat
They burned their bras with their rebel yell
Nevertheless, I became an Instagram “model”
Please hit “like” as a natural courtesy
The more I get brings me closer to surgery
So I can flaunt again, making my head swell
In excess for me, an Instagram “model”
Lonely boy, did I satisfy your desire?
If not, I can take off more attire
I’ll entice all of you so very well
For I am the ultimate Instagram “model”
This is what has become of me
Since my daddy paid no attention, you see
All he did was shout and yell
Propelling me to be an Instagram “model”
Your best relationship inevitably ends
When your girl saw your likes on “With Friends”
Social media’s suggestions often tell
That you adore me, an Instagram “model”
I’m blamed for all the love that you lost
My curves seduced you at a high cost
You lost your love and then hit the bottle
All because of me, an Instagram “model”
This is only a breeding ground for me
Up next on Only Fans is where I’ll be
Attention seeking as you cuddle your cell
‘Cuz you can’t touch an Instagram “model”
Deep down the many problems I face
Are hidden well in teddies and lace
But the emotions I hold are worse than hell
Since I am an insecure Instagram “model”
After you peel off all of the layers
And strip away all of the players
I’m just a little girl who desperately fell
Into the trap of being an Instagram “model”
Copyright © Michele Holub | Year Posted 2025
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