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Aleksandra Ambrozewicz Poem
My Moonlight
My moonlight it chose me
It didn't burn, it didn't blind
It was soft, it was calm
It touched my soul without a sound
My moonlight it watches me
It paints my face in borrowed light
Her beams whisper
Soft and true
"I'm always here"
My moonlight it stayed,
when every light grew dim
When dreams forgot to shine
It led they way
And filled the empty parts with time
My moonlight it chose me
It could have fallen anywhere,
Crowded streets or the oceans face
My moonlight it chose me
And wrapped me in its warm embrace
It saw the cracks
The soft parts I keep within
Yet my moonlight never dimmed,
My moonlight stayed and made me shine
My moonlight never chose to fade,
It never dimmed asking for change
It warmed the quiet deep in me,
And saw the light I couldn't see
So now when the stars slip through the night,
And the night is wrapped in gentle light
I smile and whisper to the sky:
My moonlight, it chose me.
Copyright © Aleksandra Ambrozewicz | Year Posted 2026
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Aleksandra Ambrozewicz Poem
Mirror
I look into the mirror, but I don't see me
A stranger in my skin
Lost in a cold, dark place
Eyes are heavy, drowning in regret
Haunted by a past I can't forget
This face, it's mine, but I can't stand the
sight,
The damage shows more since we last
screamed
I'm lost in a silence thick with shame
Haunted by what I can't forget
I see the hurt in your eyes
not anger, but something worse
disappointment wrapped in quiet
heartbreak
A wound I carved that won't ever close,
a silence too deep to mend with sorry.
I stand before the mirror, fists clenched,
rage boiling under the skin i want to tear off.
Regret screams louder than my thoughts
Mirror mirror on the wall,
I hate what I've done,
I hate who I've become.
Even the mirror flinches,
refusing to show me back.
Each time I face my reflection, sorry clings
to my breath.
It spills from my lips like a prayer to late.
I see the hurt I caused staring back at me
not just in your eyes, but in mine
I don't see me
But something twisted, wearing my face
And I fight it everyday
Begging it to leave
But it clings to me like my own shadow
If I could tear the night apart and rebuild it
with gentler hands,
I would
I'd take back every word, every look, every
moment
My eyes are heavy, drowning in regret
Haunted by a past that can't be forgotten.
Copyright © Aleksandra Ambrozewicz | Year Posted 2026
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Aleksandra Ambrozewicz Poem
Closer
The air breaks heavy with want,
your body arched against mine,
our breaths tangled like fire and smoke.
Every inch of you is mine tonight.
Your wrists straining against my hold,
your back curving beneath my grip,
your cries breaking every sound before it escapes.
And still, I feel every shiver, every quiver,
your skin alive beneath my hands,
your body responding to my relentless
weight,
I press into you, harder and harder,
and your moans spill like fire into my
mouth.
Your legs wrap around me, tight and
unrelenting,
your skin slick with heat and need,
I drag you deeper, mark you where I want,
and the sound you make is mine to take.
I take the parts of you
that no one else will ever know,
and I brand them with my heat.
Even your silence is mine to command,
and still I want more
I pull you harder into me,
your body trembling beneath my hands,
every gasp a surrender I claim.
Every inch of you belongs to me.
somewhere between taking and giving,
between your breath and mine,
the night remakes us both-
not yours, not mine,
but something neither of us can escape.
Copyright © Aleksandra Ambrozewicz | Year Posted 2026
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Aleksandra Ambrozewicz Poem
Tattoo
If love could be written in ink,
yours would be the only story on my skin
not fading, not leaving, but deep within
Like ink that time can never erase.
You're the mark my soul has chosen,
a flame that keeps my spirit open.
Through every scar, through every fight,
you are my dawn, my saving light
You're not just a chapter, you are the
book,
the name I whisper,
when no one looks.
The warmth in my chest, the truth in my
eyes,
the reason the moon still
hangs in the skies.
Youre the mark i cherish, the art i adore,
not just a season, but so much more.
My promise, my prayer, my endless truth
I'll grow, I'll change, for the love of you.
I shattered the glass that held your trust,
left diamonds of love to gather dust.
But I'll be the thread to stitch us whole,
a lasting bond of heart and soul.
I'd ink my change with colors new,
rewrite the patterns I once drew.
A cover-up for the scars I've made,
a brighter design where the shadows fade.
Your love's the art I wont disguise
Not a single line would I replace,
a sacred mark I'll always hold.
Your love is the art I won't disguise
No cover, No mask, no other name,
only your touch fuels my flame.
Fresh ink burns, but beauty remains,
Healing takes time, the skin feels sore,
but what comes after is worth far more.
I'll wait for the wounds to close and fade,
So our love can live, etched deeper than
skin
And when you are ready, whole and new,
I'll stand here waiting, only for you.
So stay with me forever, like a tattoo on
my body,
etched in my veins, my one true story.
Copyright © Aleksandra Ambrozewicz | Year Posted 2026
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Aleksandra Ambrozewicz Poem
One Soul
In a world of billions
Your soul brushed mine like a whisper
Your eyes found mine without searching
Pulling two distant worlds together
Into the gravity of one moment
Two voices
But one song
Two lives
But one soul
Two hearts
beating in time,
writing love in every breath we share
Our souls speak
in a language older than words,
written in stardust,
echoed in dreams
where I always find you
Between each quiet beat,
you stay with me-
familiar in a way that lingers,
like a story I never heard
but somehow know by heart
Two voices
But one song
Two lives
But one soul
Two hearts
finding home in each other,
soft as a promise we never have to speak
So I will hold this gently-
this fragile, infinite truth,
like something sacred
resting safely in my hands,
knowing silence
could never pull you away.
Because you are here-
in every breath I take,
in every space love fills,
not just beside me,
but within me,
where you will always be.
Two hands
But one touch
Two breaths
But one rhythm
Two hearts
resting where they belong,
where you've lived, quietly, all along.
Copyright © Aleksandra Ambrozewicz | Year Posted 2026
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Aleksandra Ambrozewicz Poem
Imagine if they really knew you…
What you are going through
What you actually feel
Pain
Imagine if they really knew you…
Imagine if you could see what people think about you.
What to change about yourself
Make people think good about you…
Imagine if you had one wish.
One wish that would fix everything
A wish that would help you overcome your fears
Imagine you had one wish…
Imagine if they knew what you wanted to do…
How much you hate yourself
And having to fake your smile
Imagine having a blade to hand…
What would you do?
Imagine how they would feel about you…
Imagine how they would cope with your death.
Imagine if everyone was equal…
No young girls would be committing suicide
No one would be faking their smile
No one would be depressed
Imagine if life was perfect
Imagine if dreams came true…
Imagine having one wish
A wish that would fix everything
A wish that would make people stop hating you
Imagine having one wish…
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Aleksandra Ambrozewicz Poem
The beauty in the beast
To strangers, I am broken glass,
sharp edges,
reflections of mistakes scattered in the
dirt.
They never pause to see the light
bending quietly inside the cracks.
They see the ink on my skin like warnings,
the nights I've lost to smoke and fire,
the weight of choices that stained my
name
a beast carved by mistakes, not by
chance.
Inside my heart blooms a secret garden,
roses of love with thorns of strength,
lilies of peace that calm the storm,
sunflowers turning always toward hope,
and violets, quiet but full of grace.
I am more than the shadows they whisper.
My soul holds flavors they'll never taste
like chocolate melting slow in the warmth,
a sweetness I've saved only for you.
I give the world my beast to survive,
but I give you the beauty they'll never see.
You are the one who softens my edges,
the one who knows the real me.
No one knows the weight I've carried,
the flaws carved deep into my name
but you've touched the ugliest parts of
me,
and still found something to love.
Your presence turns my scars to stories,
pain into something that breathes with
meaning.
Through your eyes, I am forgiven,
through your heart, I am reborn.
The world will never pause long enough
to see the light rising through my scars,
but you, my love, gather every fragment
and make me whole again.
I was the beast the streets created,
but with you I am the garden,
with you I am the sweetness,
with you I am finally seen.
So when the world remembers my
shadows,
I'll remember your light.
Because loving you is proof enough
that even a beast can be beautiful.
Copyright © Aleksandra Ambrozewicz | Year Posted 2026
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Aleksandra Ambrozewicz Poem
Flicker
When skies are dark with clouds and rain,
When loved ones are far away again,
When there seems to be no way out,
And all you want to do is scream or shout,
Look for a small glimmer or flicker,
Those things that make our hearts race quicker.
Hope comes in all different shapes and colour's,
So remember when the world seems a little duller,
Look for the sun in the sky or the birds in the air,
and know that there is always someone who cares.
Copyright © Aleksandra Ambrozewicz | Year Posted 2026
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