she’s given me

arqios

 

"she's given me"

 

she gave me a half-smile sticky,

a borrowed eraser

when mine turned to dust.

 

she didn’t give me a text

when i messaged “hi,”

and didn’t read the sigh

behind those two letters.

 

she gave me front-row seats

to a single glance,

butterflies buzzing my chest

in dizzy circles.

 

she didn’t give her hand

when i stood too close,

left me pacing

empty halls of questions.

 

she gave me hope

wrapped in glittery sticky notes,

pocket-sized promises

i replay at night.

 

she gave me despair

like erased words—

blank pages yelling

that i’ll never know…

 

what she’s given and

what she’s kept

builds me up, breaks me down,

 

but here i stand, heart wild,

waiting for the next

gift of her kindness.

 

 

 

 

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 1st, 2026 05:37
  • Comment from author about the poem: Thanks for putting up with the she series. πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: Tristan Robert Lange
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  • sorenbarrett

    The memories of youth and all its hopes and unknowns that may or may not materialize. Small encouragements left unanswered and doubts that fill a life from childhood to adulthood the never knows punctuated with dreams unanswered. Lovely my friend

    • arqios

      All my gratitude dear SorenπŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

      • sorenbarrett

        Most welcome Cryptic

      • Katie B.

        Excellent, lovely! You are an inspiration!

        • arqios

          Thanks Katie B; as are youπŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

        • orchidee

          Well I'm glad she gives you these things. More than what KP gives me - nothing! So I give her nothing in return. lol.

          • arqios

            Well, we do tryπŸ™πŸ»πŸ•ŠοΈ

          • Tristan Robert Lange

            My friend, loved the she series. This one carries that fragile balance between hope and doubt…the small kindnesses that feel like everything, and the silences that undo it all. The way you frame giving and withholding builds that emotional rhythm beautifully. It lingers...just like the series itself! Well done, Arqios! πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

            • arqios

              Perhaps first love does last forever... an indelible mark upon the soul. Thanks, dear Tittu πŸ™πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ€©

              • Tristan Robert Lange

                Indeed. Most welcome, dearest Rik! πŸŒΉπŸ–€πŸ™πŸ•―οΈπŸ¦β€β¬›

                • arqios

                  πŸ•ŠοΈπŸ™πŸ»

                • Kevin Hulme

                  The torture of my Teens : is right here.



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