Ghostyyyy
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I'm in my twenties, a single mom, I play violin, very outdoorsy, love reading and I write poems. I’m shy at first then very outgoing. Just chasing dreams and living life. Always down for a good conversation.
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Ghostyyyy
5 days ago
"Loving You Quietly"-Original by me
We're not together. Not really. No titles, no promises people can point at and say, that's what they are.
Just two people standing close enough to feel it, but far enough apart to pretend it isn't love.
You're still healing. Still carrying pieces of a past that cut you when you hold them too tight. And I see the way it weighs on you— the way your heart flinches when something gets too real.
So I don't ask for more.
Instead I love you quietly.
From a distance that sometimes feels like it's tearing me open.
I answer the late-night calls. I sit with your silence. I listen when the past spills out of you like something that's been rotting inside your chest.
And I'm steady.
Even when my heart wants to scream just love me back already.
Even when it hurts watching you rebuild yourself brick by brick knowing I'm not the home you're ready to live in yet.
But I'm loyal.
In a world that moves on quickly, in a world where people replace each other like old songs on a playlist—
I stay.
I don't look for someone else to fill the space you occupy in me. I don't chase attention just to quiet the ache of waiting.
I just stand here, loving you softly, carefully, like holding something fragile that doesn't even realize how gently it's being handled.
Because healing takes time. And I'd rather love you slowly than rush you into something your heart isn't ready to carry.
So for now I'll be the steady one.
The safe place. The quiet presence. The girl who loves you without demanding you love her back today.
And maybe one day when the ghosts finally loosen their grip on you—
you'll turn around and realize
the whole time you were learning how to breathe again…
I was right here,
loving you from a distance and never once letting go. ❤️
We're not together. Not really. No titles, no promises people can point at and say, that's what they are.
Just two people standing close enough to feel it, but far enough apart to pretend it isn't love.
You're still healing. Still carrying pieces of a past that cut you when you hold them too tight. And I see the way it weighs on you— the way your heart flinches when something gets too real.
So I don't ask for more.
Instead I love you quietly.
From a distance that sometimes feels like it's tearing me open.
I answer the late-night calls. I sit with your silence. I listen when the past spills out of you like something that's been rotting inside your chest.
And I'm steady.
Even when my heart wants to scream just love me back already.
Even when it hurts watching you rebuild yourself brick by brick knowing I'm not the home you're ready to live in yet.
But I'm loyal.
In a world that moves on quickly, in a world where people replace each other like old songs on a playlist—
I stay.
I don't look for someone else to fill the space you occupy in me. I don't chase attention just to quiet the ache of waiting.
I just stand here, loving you softly, carefully, like holding something fragile that doesn't even realize how gently it's being handled.
Because healing takes time. And I'd rather love you slowly than rush you into something your heart isn't ready to carry.
So for now I'll be the steady one.
The safe place. The quiet presence. The girl who loves you without demanding you love her back today.
And maybe one day when the ghosts finally loosen their grip on you—
you'll turn around and realize
the whole time you were learning how to breathe again…
I was right here,
loving you from a distance and never once letting go. ❤️
Ghostyyyy
6 days ago
"Never Enough"- Original by Me
What's wrong with me? I ask through tears at two or three, staring at my silent phone, wondering why I'm always left alone.
Why am I loved just halfway through, while others get forever from you? What makes me so easy to leave, so easy to hurt, so hard to keep?
I gave you my heart, my trust, my time, let you hold every fragile piece of mine. I loved you deeply, honest and true, while slowly losing myself in you.
I tried so hard to be enough, to be the girl you'd finally love. I bit my tongue, I hid my pain, just hoping you would choose to stay.
But I'm always the almost girl, never the one that means the world. Just someone people hold for fun until they find the person they want.
The girl before the real thing comes, the temporary place to run. The one they call when they feel alone, then leave the second healing's done.
And God, it hurts more than I can say, watching people slowly walk away. Feeling their effort fade with time while I still love with all of mine.
I keep asking what I lack, why nobody ever loves me back. Why I'm so easy to forget like I was never worth the stress.
Was I too soft? Too much? Too real? Too full of love, too quick to feel? Or am I simply meant to be someone they use temporarily?
Because every time I let love in, it leaves me emptier than I've been. Another wound, another scar, another person who didn't stay long.
I wanted to be somebody's first, not just the girl they choose when hurt. I wanted someone proud to say, "She's the one, and I will stay."
But here I am, heart in my hands, watching love slip like grains of sand, still wondering through all the pain why I'm never the one they claim.
And maybe that's what breaks me most— how easy I am to outgrow. Because no matter how hard I try, I'm always the girl they leave behind.
What's wrong with me? I ask through tears at two or three, staring at my silent phone, wondering why I'm always left alone.
Why am I loved just halfway through, while others get forever from you? What makes me so easy to leave, so easy to hurt, so hard to keep?
I gave you my heart, my trust, my time, let you hold every fragile piece of mine. I loved you deeply, honest and true, while slowly losing myself in you.
I tried so hard to be enough, to be the girl you'd finally love. I bit my tongue, I hid my pain, just hoping you would choose to stay.
But I'm always the almost girl, never the one that means the world. Just someone people hold for fun until they find the person they want.
The girl before the real thing comes, the temporary place to run. The one they call when they feel alone, then leave the second healing's done.
And God, it hurts more than I can say, watching people slowly walk away. Feeling their effort fade with time while I still love with all of mine.
I keep asking what I lack, why nobody ever loves me back. Why I'm so easy to forget like I was never worth the stress.
Was I too soft? Too much? Too real? Too full of love, too quick to feel? Or am I simply meant to be someone they use temporarily?
Because every time I let love in, it leaves me emptier than I've been. Another wound, another scar, another person who didn't stay long.
I wanted to be somebody's first, not just the girl they choose when hurt. I wanted someone proud to say, "She's the one, and I will stay."
But here I am, heart in my hands, watching love slip like grains of sand, still wondering through all the pain why I'm never the one they claim.
And maybe that's what breaks me most— how easy I am to outgrow. Because no matter how hard I try, I'm always the girl they leave behind.
Ghostyyyy
6 days ago
Why Me?- original by me
You walked away so easily, like I was hard to keep, like all the nights we stayed awake meant nothing once you'd sleep.
And now I lie here wondering what I did to lose your heart, why you came into my life at all if you knew you'd leave from the start.
Why me? Why hold me close and pull me in, just to turn so cold? Why make me feel so safe with you then leave me here alone?
Why let me get attached to you, why make me love so deep, if all along your promises were never yours to keep?
Because the truth is, I saw forever every time I looked your way, I truly thought you were the one who finally came to stay.
I thought you would be different, soft where others were cruel, the kind of man who'd choose my heart instead of making me feel used.
But boy, was I wrong.
You became another lesson, another name that hurts, another person proving love can leave you feeling cursed.
Now every memory cuts deeper, every song feels out of place, because I still see comfort whenever I picture your face.
Was I too much? Not enough? Too loving? Too sincere? Tell me why it was so easy for you to disappear.
Because I loved you honestly, with every piece of me, and you still walked away like losing me was easy.
So now I sit with broken trust, asking God what I did wrong, why the people I love the most never seem to stay too long.
And the saddest part of all is, despite the pain you put me through, if you came back tomorrow, I'd still open the door for you.
You walked away so easily, like I was hard to keep, like all the nights we stayed awake meant nothing once you'd sleep.
And now I lie here wondering what I did to lose your heart, why you came into my life at all if you knew you'd leave from the start.
Why me? Why hold me close and pull me in, just to turn so cold? Why make me feel so safe with you then leave me here alone?
Why let me get attached to you, why make me love so deep, if all along your promises were never yours to keep?
Because the truth is, I saw forever every time I looked your way, I truly thought you were the one who finally came to stay.
I thought you would be different, soft where others were cruel, the kind of man who'd choose my heart instead of making me feel used.
But boy, was I wrong.
You became another lesson, another name that hurts, another person proving love can leave you feeling cursed.
Now every memory cuts deeper, every song feels out of place, because I still see comfort whenever I picture your face.
Was I too much? Not enough? Too loving? Too sincere? Tell me why it was so easy for you to disappear.
Because I loved you honestly, with every piece of me, and you still walked away like losing me was easy.
So now I sit with broken trust, asking God what I did wrong, why the people I love the most never seem to stay too long.
And the saddest part of all is, despite the pain you put me through, if you came back tomorrow, I'd still open the door for you.