"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) - Published: April 1st, 2026 05:37
- Comment from author about the poem: Thanks for putting up with the she series. ποΈππ»
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Comments5
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
All my gratitude dear SorenποΈππ»
Most welcome Cryptic
Excellent, lovely! You are an inspiration!
Thanks Katie B; as are youποΈππ»
Well I'm glad she gives you these things. More than what KP gives me - nothing! So I give her nothing in return. lol.
Well, we do tryππ»ποΈ
My friend, loved the she series. This one carries that fragile balance between hope and doubtβ¦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! πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
Perhaps first love does last forever... an indelible mark upon the soul. Thanks, dear Tittu πποΈπ€©
Indeed. Most welcome, dearest Rik! πΉπ€ππ―οΈπ¦ββ¬
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The torture of my Teens : is right here.
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