The love I miss

Sunita

I keep fantasizing about a love that consumes me

A love that makes me lose my mind

A love that makes me crazy

A love that makes me reckless 

A love that makes me mature

Enough to realize when it's real, when it's true

I keep dreaming of a man

A grown boy capable of good and bad

A man able to be an arc to a life, to a love

I keep longing for a life

A life I never had, with a man I have never seen

Absurd to miss something you've never had, you've never been 

I keep fighting

Stuck between what I have lost and what I have seen

Between a past and a beginning 

I keep hoping 

For a place magical, for someone I hoped to be 

I keep imagining 

In my head, a country side wedding 

2  or 3 kids instead 

I keep longing 

For a life that makes me excited

I keep missing a man that makes me lose my mind, with love just as blinded 

I look for a future

Hoping to find it buried inside of me under a pile of the past that always seems to catch me

And here I am

Longing, missing, waiting for 

What I never had and would never be 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Joanna (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 19th, 2025 12:49
  • Category: Love
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  • sorenbarrett

    We all dream of fantasies since childhood to adults a heaven we will never reach. A lovely write.

  • Poetic Licence

    A lovely write, sadly not all dreams come true but that doesn't stop us having them, sometimes if we don't dream so hard, they might just naturally happen, a really nicely expressed write

  • NDOU ROLIVHUWA

    ✨ This is breathtakingly raw and beautiful. The way you’ve captured the ache of longing—for a love, a life, a version of yourself that feels just out of reach—is deeply moving. Every line feels like it’s pulled from the quiet spaces of the heart. I especially felt the weight of “absurd to miss something you've never had”—that paradox is so real and so human. You’ve written something that doesn’t just speak, it lingers. Thank you for sharing such a vulnerable piece of your soul. 💫



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