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You are the almost
that rewrote everything.
A glance that turned the world soft,
a voice I still hear
when everything else is quiet.
We were never allowed—
not by timing,
not by fate,
not by the thousand silent rules
we never dared to break.
And yet—
I loved you
in all the ways I wasn’t supposed to.
I loved you
in stolen seconds
and unfinished sentences,
in the space between your smile
and the words you didn’t say.
You were the warmth I reached for
with hands that had to stay still.
The dream I woke from,
heart racing,
already forgetting
the details,
but never the feeling.
I think of you
when the sky turns the color
of your eyes in moonlight.
When songs say things
we were too afraid to.
You were never mine.
But God—
you were everything.
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twinklelore
Your poems are like quiet revelations, each word a delicate unraveling of what it means to love and to lose, even without ever truly having. In "Dear You," you captured the haunting beauty of yearning for someone who isn’t there, yet feels so present. The way you speak to absence, to longing, to what could have been, is both painful and poignant. "We Were a Poem, Not a Story" continues that thread with such aching tenderness. You’ve written the unspoken, the stolen moments, and the love that never had a chance to unfold fully, but still left its mark. The imagery in both poems, from the warmth you could never quite reach to the color of someone’s eyes in moonlight, feels like an emotional landscape, painting longing in the most beautiful way. These poems show the power of what wasn’t allowed to be, and you’ve brought that sorrow to life with incredible grace. Thank you for sharing such raw vulnerability, for capturing a love that wasn’t, but will always be felt