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I crave you

You've stolen something from me, ... My attention...
You've created something in me, ... My obsession...
You've started something in me,... True love's concession...
You've given something to me,... 
A gift of introspection...

Something inside me, feels hungry, when looking at your body.

Something inside me, like a starving ghost, straight out of a horror movie.

You've taken something from me, ... My heart's possession.
You've suppressed something in me, my doubts Ascension.
You've found something in me, ... My hidden confession.
You've made something in me, ... Stop my useless search for perfection.

Something inside me, goes a little crazy, when you look right at me.

Something inside me, unleashes insanity, when you speak to me.

I can hear it...
In my head...
I can hear it...
In my heart...
I can't control it...

This hunger is akin to madness,

This pressure is akin to sadness,

The touch of your skin, becomes bliss.

I crave...
I crave you...
I crave...
You..

By Ok-Cap-8656





I might love you

I might love you.

And that kinda scares me.

I’ve never loved anyone before.

I mean, of course, there are my friends and my family,

But this is a different type of love.

I don’t know what love is.

Is love replaying our conversations in my head over and over again?

Is love smiling at something you did randomly?

Is love re-reading our texts over and over again?

Is love hoping the ding from my phone is from you?

Is love remembering your wide, genuine smile?

Is love making fake scenarios of us?

Is love thinking about you before I go to sleep?

I don’t know what love is.

But I think it might be this.

By Prestigious_Map9668





What a woman wants.

The thoughts of a woman are appealing to me. 

For I love the way a woman thinks. 
I love how she craves real love . 

For a man to love her for who she is , rather than what she looks like. 

As a Man I am learning to appreciate her true inner beauty.

It is hard sometimes because I am naturally driven by the visual of her beauty. 

Though in recent years I made a discovery . 
To enjoy a woman on an emotional level. 

Tapping into her desires and emotions . 
This only enhances her beauty all the more. 

Do not major only on the outward beauty 
While missing the real beauty inside her soul . 

For if you win her soul you will have her body also . 

But in a far richer way than you could ever imagine.

By Slow_Control_6850





I wanted you to know

I wanted you to know that I really liked you.

I like your smile and your laugh.

I like how you were so goofy but shy at the same time.

I like how smart you were.

I like your funny jokes.

But I somehow don’t like *you* anymore.

I don’t know when it happened.

Or how.

I just wanted you to know

that though it may have been for a short time,

I liked you.

A lot.

And there is a huge difference between 

like

and 

liked.

By Prestigious_Map9668






spent like pocket change

if she loves you,  
don’t make her beg to be seen.  
don’t let her voice get buried  
under buzzing phones  
and hollow promises.

hold her hand more.  
not just in public,  
but when no one’s watching—  
when it’s just you two  
and the silence that says  
“i’m safe here.”

look at her longer.  
memorize the way her smile  
pulls you back from the edge.  
kiss her like it’s the last time,  
every time,  
so she never wonders  
if you still mean it.

watch your flaws—  
not to hide them,  
but to fight the ones  
that bruise her spirit.  
love isn’t perfection,  
it’s effort repeated,  
apologies spoken,  
change that sticks.

treat her like sacred ground.  
not with gold,  
but with presence.  
with time you can’t buy back,  
with words that heal  
instead of wound.

because nothing is more tragic  
than realizing too late  
that you had something priceless,  
and you spent her  
like pocket change.

By ghostpoett





You

You.

You are my obsession.

You run through my thoughts

Without pause.

You dance through my dreams,

Softly,

Gracefully,

Music on the wind.

You.

You fill my lonely soul.

You live in each beat of my heart.

You.

You are my obsession. 

By Embarrassed_Field255





The Real You

The real you .

I’d like to get to know you .
The side no one sees . 
Who you really are when the lights are down. 

When no one else is watching. 
Where you can just be yourself . 
We all have a public face . 
We all have our private space .

The power of real friendship is we can just be ourselves. 

You know what I mean when I say . 
There’s a privileged few we let enter our private space. 

I hope that person is you. 

By Slow_Control_6850





There was a time I thought I would never say this

There was a time I thought I would never say this,

we were “just friends,” right?

There was a time I thought I would never say this,

I was so head over heels for you, 

my judgment clouded with love.

There was a time I thought I would never say this,

I could fix our dying spark, and

somehow, ignore the fire that was slowly dying.

There was a time I thought I would never say this,

I was so heartbroken and upset,

contemplating whether or not to try getting you back.

There was a time I thought I would never say this,

yet here I am, saying it,

I’m finally over you.

By Prestigious_Map9668





True Love Always Finds a Way

I’ve read many poems—
about breakups,
about soulmates,
about loss and longing.
And if there’s one thing I’ve learned,
it’s this:
Never give up on true love.

You brighten my darkest days.
Since the moment we met,
I haven’t been able to picture a future
that doesn’t have you in it.
Your laughter lingers in my mind
like sunlight through the blinds,
and your voice—
it echoes in my quiet moments.

I know I broke your trust.
I’ll carry that regret like a shadow,
not because I dwell in guilt,
but because it pushed me
to finally face myself.

Since then, I’ve dug deeper
than I ever thought I could.
I’ve unearthed pieces of myself
that were buried in shame,
in fear,
in years of silence.
I’ve patched wounds
I didn’t know were bleeding.
I’ve grown—
not just for you,
but for the man I want to be.

I made vows to myself—
to never lie again,
to face my failures with honesty,
to love with the kind of truth
that heals rather than hides.

Because true love—
it doesn’t vanish when times get hard.
It doesn’t crumble
when mistakes are made.
True love bends,
aches,
sometimes breaks—
but it doesn’t fade.

Even when two souls are pulled apart,
if they are meant for each other,
they find their way back.
Not the same as before,
but stronger.
Wiser.
More whole.

I still believe in us.
Not out of desperation,
but because what we shared
was real.
Is real.

And if you ever find your way back to me,
you won’t find the boy who lied—
you’ll find the man who learned.
Who fought through darkness,
forged truth in fire,
and waited—
not because he was lost,
but because he still believes
true love always finds a way.

By WedrownyElite





Speaking without words

Speaking without words in the clothes you wear . 
Turning heads wherever you go by being in your favorite color . 

Speaking without words by the smiles you give. 
Hiding the problems you are going through . 

Speaking without words in the way you wear your hair . 
The way you wear it back revealing your face. 

Speaking without words by the way you slowly eat your favorite dessert.
Treasuring every moment and every bite. 

Speaking without words in the way you laugh . 
Showing you are determined to enjoy life come what may. 

Speaking without words in the way you confidently walk .
Ready for action , ready to seize the day . 

Speaking without words in the way you look with your eyes.
Melting my heart where I would do anything for you . 

Speaking without words in the way you move your pages in your book. Showing you are deep in thought. Your intelligence on quiet display . 

These are just some of the ways you speak to me without words . 
I have admiringly observed. 

By Slow_Control_6850


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