August Reminds Me of Something August reminds me of something— a phrase you once left behind, as if August were only a month, and not a room full of memories I still haven\'t learned to leave. I loved you before I knew what love was supposed to mean. You were only a boy I found cute, a familiar face from childhood, and somehow, without permission, you became my favourite thought. Four years ago, on the fourteenth of August, I made the first move. Perhaps that was the beginning or perhaps beginnings are only endings that haven\'t introduced themselves yet. We were never quite a love story. Not completely. A little more than friends, a little less than forever, somewhere between I love you and what are we? I remember asking you once, “Do you love me?” And you said you did. So I said it too, as if those three words could build us a home. For a while, you were the place where I could put down all the things I carried alone. You knew the quieter parts of me. You made the world feel softer. You were the person I thought would understand even the things I could not explain. And maybe I leaned too heavily on something that was never meant to hold my entire weight. I made mistakes. I know I did. But I loved you with the clumsy sincerity of someone who had never learned how to love without being afraid of losing it. Then, slowly, something changed. You stopped feeling the same. And one sentence was enough to make an entire
sorenbarrett said:

Intrigued to interest to desire to love to loss. Well done

September 12th, 2026 15:27

A strange dream
sorenbarrett said:

Welcome to MPS I like this poem it is dream like and fades in and out of reality with a cryptic message. Nicely worded it leaves one feeling on the edge of a dream. A fave

July 26th, 2026 04:08

A strange dream
The best reader said:

Crazy ass dream
Love your poem

July 26th, 2026 00:26

A strange dream
Alexisbad said:

Lol I don\'t get it what you talking about a love story someone chasing or a person living in a bag interesting 🤔 thoee

July 26th, 2026 00:20