Poems Daily

I used to go for the kind of guy

who made me believe something was wrong with me

So I changed my hair, my clothes

the way I spoke

I tried to shrink & become what they wanted

But no matter how much I morphed,

it was never enough

My ethnicity, wrong.

My height, too much.

My voice, too loud.

My tattoos, too visible.

My body, too big.

My boobs, too small.

My face, too natural, not enough makeup.

My age, a flaw.

I bent myself into pieces to earn love

that never came

Now I am learning

To choose people who love tattoos.

Who adore my height, my seasons,

my softness.

Who don’t ask me to disappear

In order to be held.

And if I can’t find that

I’d rather be alone.

Because there’s nothing lonelier

than being with someone

who convinces you you’re not adequate

Once you’re loved right,

you stop settling for crumbs.

You stop confusing chaos for passion.

You stop calling instability love.

You wonder how you ever accepted less

Once you are loved by a man,

you’ll never go back to a boy again.

It still hurts like a bruise that never fades

A whisper echoing in a quiet room

Your name still lives beneath my breath

Time moves, but pain, it seems

Stays frozen where we knew

I told you I’m happy I met you

But my heart would break to leave you

I told you I’d miss you

Until I couldn’t miss you anymore

⁃ I still mean it

to the one who deserves me

You will be the last of a lifetime

I let into me

I want to trace the silence

between our breaths

until my body forgets

every hand that wasn’t yours

I need a love that unravels me

without undoing me

Eye contact that doesn’t falter

A touch that asks before it takes

I want to come

back to myself

in the aftermath of you.

Once upon a time, we were told stories of castles in the sky and a love that lasts forever. They spoke about princes on white horses, riding in to rescue us from darkness. I believed in a world where love would sweep me away, and a wish upon a star would make my dreams come true. But that world never existed. There are no white horses, no shining knights. In the real world, you get ghosted on Valentine’s Day. The guy you thought was “it” says he loves you then tells you to have a nice life one week later. Prince Charming leaves you on read and your date tries to fuck you in the backseat of his car without even knowing your middle name.

In the real world, people come and go, their promises fading like smoke. The ones who swear they won’t hurt you always do. Romance doesn’t exist. Love isn’t what they say it is. It’s raw and fleeting, filled with moments that are here one day and gone the next. Everyone leaves. They always do. & I’m left picking up the pieces, wondering why no one ever comes to save me.

The door creaked when the wind called

But I did not turn the knob

Fingertips once traced a frame

Soft knocks echoed through my halls

But your silence swallowed them whole

No footprints to stain these floors

No breath warms the glass

My bed remains cold, desolate

A vacant garden

Without soil it cannot bloom

They say bodies are meant to be touched

Tending hands that mold, and lips that whisper

Yet I am a house with no key

A temple with no prayer

A book nobody cares to open

No one has been here for seasons

In the chambers of my ribs

Nor in the quiet corners of a trust I could once easily give

I haven’t let anyone inside.

If I do

They will leave the door open

Just enough for the cold to creep back in

Where there was once warmth.

The one who holds you must be strong, so it is no wonder the others fell away

Too weak to carry all that you are

And so they let go, not because you were too much

But because they were never enough

-you are a force, not a feather

I’m sad because I thought the next time I’d be in Italy,

I’d see you there

Tracing the cobblestones di notte,

watching the moonlight catch in your eyes like our promise

But I blocked you, and you blocked me,

and we’re back to strangers, like how we started

Che cazzo

How does something that felt like fate turn into nothing at all?

You made me feel special

Like the sun was softer on my skin when you looked at me,

like the air tasted sweeter when you spoke my name

And the last time I felt beautiful

truly, breathtakingly beautiful

was when your hands were in my hair

and your lips whispered something in a language

I didn’t need to translate

Now I don't want to go to Italy.

Because you'll only be 3 hours away, but never felt further apart

And I'll wander through cities we never get to see together

haunted by a love that disappeared

like a mist over the Arno at sunrise...

I want to love someone new

Because I know if I don’t

I’ll never unlove you.

I would have forgiven you, had you said sorry

I would have forgiven you, had you called

I would have forgiven you…

Had you actually cared

-but you didn’t… and you still don’t

If it can hurt,

It can heal

You didn’t love me 

But God,

You make me feel like you did

And you made me feel beautiful

But I haven’t felt beautiful

Since you left...

So,

Fuck you for coming back

Fuck you for making me lose you

Twice.

If someone disrespects you once,

Don't give them another opportunity

To disrespect you twice

My life is a weaving between light and shadow; beautiful moments soft as dawn, tragic ones heavy as night. Joy lifts, sorrow grounds. In the contrast, I find meaning. Light in the dark, growth in the pain.

One day you let go

And you ask yourself

Why did I hold on for so long to begin with?

Yes, one day, you let go

Because you realize

There was nothing to hold on to

In the first place

Indifference

You broke my heart so deeply,

I thought it might fall out of my chest.

I never imagined I’d move on,

But here I am, two years later,

And now you’re the one begging.

I crossed literal oceans for you,

Learned a new language

(Gracias por eso, por cierto).

But nothing was ever enough.

Now you call me,

Over and over,

No matter how many times I block you.

-The best revenge isn’t always an upgrade, it’s indifference...

Take 1

You called me the other night at 2 AM,

A ghost haunting the quiet,

Six months of silence,

No answers, no apologies,

And still, nothing to say.

You called me the other day,

As if I’d forgotten you exist.

But I haven’t.

I know you’re there, I just don’t care

Because you don’t exist to me anymore.

Take 2

You called the other night at 2 AM, like a ghost trying to claw its way back into the living. Six months of no answers, no explanations, no apologies and yet here you are again, saying nothing at all. Just the reminder of your existence, like I could ever forget. But it doesn’t matter because I know you exist, I just don’t care. You see, I know you exist, but not to me. Not anymore.

Thank you for not loving me. If you had, I would have settled for you, content with your bare minimum, and devoted my life to making it enough. I would have stayed loyal to the crumbs you offered, convinced they were all I was worth. But you didn’t choose me, and for that, I am grateful. Because I’ve realized I deserve more than what you were ever willing to give. So, thank you for letting me go. In your absence, I’ve found my worth.

My greatest teachers

Have been disguised

In the form of soulmates

My biggest life lessons

Have shown up

As my deepest heartbreaks

Our strengths often stem

From our worst moments

trust the process

Tenías una vida antes ellos

Tendrás una vida después ellos

I began to let go the moment I saw you clearly; no longer the myth I painted in my mind. I thought I had lost something precious, but it was you who lost love, not I. All I shed was the shadow of a boy pretending to be a man.

Just because someone’s the best you’ve ever had

Doesn’t mean they’re the best you will ever have