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monue 56s
I haven’t been held the way I dream —
not just close, but stitched at the seam.
Not just arms around my frame,
but a kind of touch that whispers my name.

The kind of hug where time forgets,
where breaths align like quiet duets.
Where I melt, unthinking, into chest and skin,
and feel, for once, like I could let someone in.

I want to press my scent into his shirt,
to claim a little space without the hurt.
No more borrowed, halfway stays —
just fingers tracing safer days.

Two hearts with no more roles to play,
just trying to fold the space away.
And in that hush — not quite spoken yet —
a feeling I haven’t known,
but won’t forget.
oh to be held without having to shrink.
monue 3d
I built a garden in my chest
with things you never said—
planted hopes in rows of maybes,
where your silence softly spread.

I watered it with almosts,
trimmed the silence like vines,
taught the leaves to chase the light
you never said was mine.

But nothing real grew—
just a heart dressed up as soil,
soft enough to cradle you,
but never meant to spoil.

You were the seed that never stayed,
the wind that kissed, then flew.
And I — the ground where you once rested,
but never rooted you.
prolly the last for today 🤍
monue 3d
A vision — that’s what you were.
Not a friend, nor a lover,
but an idea my mind couldn’t help but wander to.
I drew portraits of you in my head,
thinking this is what you’re supposed to look like
when certain emotions are finally let to be expressed —
making me want you the most,
making me love you the least.

So again,
a vision — that’s what you are.
Not a friend, nor a lover,
just an idea that my mind —
shouldn't—
but maybe sometimes still —
...still wanders to.
life happened , but I hope this can suffice for my absence.
monue Jan 2024
In the quiet spaces where my heart resides,
I craft a tale of endurance,  where emotion hides.
A facade of fine, a smile painted on,
Hiding the storms, where shadows are drawn.

Through the echoes of laughter, a silence persists, Enduring the ache, with clenched-fist twists.
I say I'm fine, a whispered refrain,
Yet in the depths, a tempest remains.

In the theater of tears, I play my part,
A master of pretending, a work of art.
The world sees strength, a resilient sheen,
But beneath the surface, a different scene.

I endure the weight, the burdens I bear,
A stoic facade, a delicate affair.
Yet, in this masquerade, emotions entwine,
For sometimes, saying "I'm fine" is a valiant design.

So let the verses of endurance unfold,
In the silent poetry of stories untold.
I wear a mask, a masterpiece divine,
Enduring, pretending, yet somehow,
I'm fine.
The poem explores the theme of enduring emotional challenges beneath a seemingly composed exterior.
monue Jul 2022
I was not kidding when I said I love you.
I meant it with all my heart,
All my soul,
With all of me,
For I am bound to you,
And that's what my love will ever be.
monue Dec 2021
Our conversations are in capital letters,
Is it because we mean it?
Or maybe because we don't.
Are we just exaggerating,
To hide our truest intention?
Is your love for me a façade?
monue Dec 2021
One drunken night,
We confessed our love,
Under the skylight,
Like it's all we have.

The moon was there,
Our only source of light.
The witness of our love,
Is one majestic satellite.

Dazzling were your eyes,
Amidst the darkness of night.
Let's stay here for a while,
For "we"  just feels so right.
After writing this piece a storyline suddenly popped into mind and I'm contemplating if I should do it because I'm bad at writing filler scenes or casual conversations uwu.  A penny for your thoughts?
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