ZZ
I was struck by your confession,
You didn't mean to hurt me when you said we'd be friends.
You told me that it's not love,
That you feel I am obsessed.
I know that I can be too much,
But sometimes it is hard to keep it all to myself.
I realize I'm pressuring you,
When I'm feeling overwhelmed.
ZZ
I was saying that I want more,
But what I should've told you is I don't want less,
I just wanted you to tell me
That I shouldn't be afraid.
Despite miscommunication
I hope that you will listen and understand,
We can still build something special -
I hope it's not too late.
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Author:
Gewar (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem was written after a difficult but honest conversation. It captures the moment when affection and fear collided — when someone I care about told me she doesn’t see us as a couple, not now and not in the future. It’s not a poem about loss, but about the space that opens after clarity — the quiet realization that I had already been given everything I needed, except certainty. In trying to hold on to what was good, I pushed too hard, and the poem became a way of facing that truth without anger or regret. It’s about learning that love doesn’t disappear when it changes shape.
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Comments1
I like the statement that love doesn't disappear when it changes shape. A lovely poem
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