March 5th, 2025
You told me you wouldn’t rage quit again
But you’re done playing this game
Dropped me out of boredom
And I wish I could do the same
For years going in the same circle
You erase the progress every time
And there’s no cheat codes
I guess you won’t ever be mine
I was looking for my duo
But you prefer to play solo
As I surrender once again
This is the final deathblow
March 2nd, 2025
I don’t understand why
You wanted to play me
I gave you time and space
And this is how you repay me
Note: Mercury Retrograde started yesterday, and it’s already bringing the past to light. I don’t share my poetry for anyone but myself, to document my life as I’ve experienced it.
June 1st, 2011
The idea of hazel eyes staring into mine
Like they once had before
Is enough to make the hours slow
The realization of the past
And all that it contains
Is still enough to give me hope
No idea if you ever felt the same for me
But my mind has its own reality
And my heart beats to its own drum
I can’t be controlled
I can’t be abused
Trying to leave me broken and bruised
But I’m not
I just can’t be
Someone slipped out of my memories
The idea how I felt before
The lust, the temptation, the allure
You can’t leave my mind
I’m feeling so blind
Just give me some sign
Do you want to be mine?
Note: I’ve jumped around with my poetry, posting between recent and past. I had paused sharing from 2011 because I reached the poems where my ex-husband and I started dating again after we broke up in high school. Since our divorce, I never fully dealt with those feelings and honestly tried to suppress them. However, they still surfaced and made it into my writing from time to time. Last month I found out he passed away, and I’ve been sorting through a lot of emotions. This feels like the right time to pause my 2025 work and share some throwback content instead.
Rest in peace, Thomas (11/26/1991-08/08/2025)
Doll Poetry 