
You saw me as just
A part of your day. To me,
You were my day.
Blast from the past:
You already wrote
Your book. I’m just the guy you
Needed to insert.
The Cracked Door – Daily Haikus
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Poems about relationships

You saw me as just
A part of your day. To me,
You were my day.
Blast from the past:
You already wrote
Your book. I’m just the guy you
Needed to insert.

Because I did nothing,
Because I did too much,
Because I did not intervene enough,
Because I interjected too much,
I am leaving your because
Blast from the past:
You had a lot to say
When you were telling me what to do,
And now that I establish no,
Nothing

The truly deep ones
Create life around them and
Strive for all to thrive
Blast from the past:
Out of your healing
Cascades forward more healing
For those around you

Mercy is not the opposite of desire. It’s the form desire takes when you let it breathe.
Blast from the past:
I am neither the
First, nor am I even one
But one of many

When did you decide
That you were too small for such
An enormous love?
Blast from the past:
When you throw a stone,
I am the one who feels the
Ripples go through me

Every time we talk,
I feel like I can’t
Recognize who you
Once seemed to be
Blast from the past:
So many thoughts rush
Through my mind. Unsorted, yet
Each fight for my time.

Falling in love is easy
Is there anyone really worth
Staying in love for
Blast from the past:
You can’t buy my love
But you could try a little
Wouldn’t mind the attempt.

I fell in love once,
But I could not stay in love
With who you became
Blast from the past:
Walking in mistakes
Building and then rebuilding
It’s time to call it

(The person who this poem is dedicated to will know who they are when they see it.)
I hope you can
Give yourself the hugs
That I could never seem to give youI hope you can
Stabilize the life
I kept moving beneath you.I hope you can build
A place for yourself
I could never create with you.I hope you can give
Yourself enough space to be
In a world trying to snuff you out.I hope you can get
The anger to keep going
Even if it’s directed at me.I hope you can continue
To fail with a courage
I will never be able to muster.I hope you can laugh
In the way that
I never seemed to understand.I hope you can have
The adventures
I never had time for.I hope you can grieve
For what could have been
So that you never accept anything lessI hope you can see
Beyond the storm
At the life you’d love to live.I hope when you remember our time together
You remember it just fondly enough to keep going
But with just enough anger at me
To try to prove me wrong.
Blast from the past:
You
Me
You and me
You and me falter
You and me falter every day

We are like seashells,
Echoing the universe,
If you listen in
Blast from the past:
Talking and talking
Not listening to the world
Of the other