"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. 🕊️🙏🏻
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Comments3
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 Soren🕊️🙏🏻
Most welcome Cryptic
Excellent, lovely! You are an inspiration!
Thanks Katie B; as are you🕊️🙏🏻
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 try🙏🏻🕊️
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