Welcome to Archive Poetry Pages, a quiet corner for my 2AM poetry, the ones I never finished.
Half-thoughts. Ghost lines. Lost rhymes. Maybe you'll help me finish them, maybe you'll just read and relate.
This is not a place for perfection. It's a place for honesty.
Scribble something down. Say what’s on your mind. All I ask is that you speak with kindness. 💬
He kissed me like a question,
I answered like a poem...
All metaphor and shaky rhyme,
Hoping he'd read between the lines
Before turning the page.
If I fall asleep mid-sentence,
Please know it was a love letter…
Left unfinished, like all the words
I wanted to say but couldn’t breathe out.
I sent you a hug through the rain,
I hope it didn’t drown…
Because even the sky cries with me,
But maybe this time, it carried love instead.
I almost told someone about you today,
But my voice cracked on “almost”…
Words caught in the shadows,
Secrets kept safe inside the silence.
I wrote it, but never hit send,
The words were too heavy to bend…
So they sat in my drafts like ghosts,
Whispering what-ifs I can’t host.
I wonder if silence hurt you more than truth would.
Some days I feel like a postscript,
Barely noticed, barely missed…
Tagged on after thoughts have gone,
Echoing when the moment’s done.
I keep hoping someone will read me twice.
I told the moon about you,
But she kept my secrets too well…
Now even the stars feel distant,
And night no longer listens.
Maybe some things aren’t meant to echo back.
The last time I cried in public,
Was the first time I didn’t care who saw…
Tears fell like they had a right to,
As if my sorrow signed a permission slip.
And no one stopped me, maybe that’s what I needed
I wanted to scream but instead I…
(left the page blank)
Sometimes silence is louder
Than even the loudest scream.
It echoed between the lines no one reads.
If silence could be printed,
This would be a novel…
Hardcover grief in every chapter,
Footnotes of what I couldn’t say aloud.
The kind you keep rereading, hoping for a louder ending.
They asked if I was okay,
And I almost said,
"Yes," out of habit.
But my lips trembled with the truth
I still don’t know how to say out loud.
I buried that feeling,
But it clawed its way back up at 3AM…
Crawling under my skin like it never left,
Curling up beside me like it belonged,
And whispered, “Remember me?”
I keep writing love letters to ghosts,
Maybe I’m the one who haunts…
Still lingering in doorways you forgot,
Still echoing in words no one replies to.
Maybe it was always me haunting the past.
You left your scent in my favorite hoodie,
And your silence in my spine…
Now every thread aches when I breathe,
And I swear I can still hear your voice
In the seams that refuse to close.
I made tea for two again today,
It’s going cold like every time before…
The second cup always sits untouched,
Still hoping you’ll knock before it cools,
Still lying to myself like it’s routine.
They said time heals,
But mine is still bleeding…
It scabs, it splits, it stains again,
And some days, the clock just ticks
Loud enough to make the wound scream.
My Imaginary Man,You were never really mine,
Not even in my Dreams
But oh, how I loved pretending…
I dressed you in daydreams too tight,
Gave your silence a name,
And let my hope call it home.
I forgot what I was saying—
Grief interrupted again…
It walks in uninvited,
Rewriting every sentence
With tears I didn’t agree to spill.
I stitched my name into his chest,
But he never wore me right…
It hung off him like regret,
Wrinkled by indifference,
Threadbare by someone else’s touch.
I miss my laugh,
even if it was never for me…
Just hearing it nearby felt like sunlight,
A warmth I borrowed
Until it burned.
I thought I was the story,
Turns out I was the comma he skipped…
Just a pause he never noticed,
A breath between bigger moments,
Left out of the final draft.
I saved a seat for you,
But you sat in someone else’s silence…
Mine stayed warm, waiting,
While your echoes filled a room
I wasn’t invited to.
The light was on,
But the love was gone…
The walls still held our shadows,
But nothing reached the heart
Of the space we used to call home.
The monster under my bed
Moved into my head…
Now it whispers in my own voice,
Tucks me in with doubt,
And never lets me sleep alone.
I bit my tongue so hard last night,
My truth choked on blood…
It tasted like fear,
Like everything I was too small to say
Pressed between clenched silence.
I danced with shadows in my mind,
Waiting for the light to find me…
But the music faded too soon,
Leaving only echoes of what could be.
If pain had a name,
It would be the one you called me…
Soft syllables turned weapons,
Echoes I still flinch from,
Even when no one's speaking.
I smiled with cracked lips,
To match the rest of me…
The kind of grin that bleeds a little,
Hoping no one notices
The pieces held in place by hope.
I didn’t mean to fall apart here,
But the floor was soft and no one was looking…
So I let my bones remember rest,
And my heart spill in whispers
Too tired to apologize.
He called me “magic,”
Then vanished…
Like all who fear what they don’t understand,
Leaving me to clean up the spell
He broke with goodbye.
This poem used to have an ending,
But I burned it with the rest of the memories…
Now it’s just ash and aching,
A sentence unfinished
Because you never said yours.
I screamed into the void,
And it told me to shut up…
Even the dark has grown tired
Of my reruns,
Of my grief on loop.
I kissed him to forget you (the imaginary man),
But their lips spelled your unknown name…
Each syllable soft and accidental,
Like a ghost slipping through
Someone else’s mouth.
The blade wasn’t sharp,
But my thoughts were…
They cut cleaner than steel ever could,
And left wounds I still
Can’t point to.
I write better when I’m lonely,
Which means this one might be good…
Because every line aches with silence,
And every pause holds a missing you.
I never told you about the dream,
The one where we stayed…
No goodbyes, no shadows,
Just a quiet forever we never had.
I used to believe in forever,
Now I believe in “for now”…
Holding tight to moments,
Because sometimes, that’s all i have.
I keep writing your name,
But autocorrect says “mistake”…
Maybe even my phone knows
What my heart refuses to admit.
This page isn’t blank,
It’s exhausted…
Words once fought to be born,
Now they just quietly sigh
My therapist asked how I feel,
So I handed her this poem…
Because sometimes the heart speaks best
In verses only broken souls understand.
I outgrew the version of me you loved,
And you never updated…
So here I stand, changed and new,
While you’re still stuck in old pages.
Sometimes healing looks like rage,
And I’m still learning to be gentle with my fire…
Burning bridges, then rebuilding walls
A fragile dance between hurt and hope.
I whispered secrets to the night,
Hoping the stars would keep them safe…
But some truths slipped through the darkness,
Lost between silence and regret.
You said I was too much,
But maybe you were just too little…
Too small to hold the storm I am,
Too weak to face the waves I bring.
This poem will never be finished,
Like the way you never fully left…
Lingering like a shadow at dusk,
A presence that refuses goodbye.
I wasn’t born strong,
I was made that way by surviving…
Scars etched like badges of war,
A heart rebuilt from shattered pieces.
There’s a version of me somewhere
That never met you, she’s thriving.
She laughs louder, breathes freer,
And dreams without chains.
I changed the ending
But the beginning still hurts…
The first page stained with memories,
Ink bleeding sorrow that won’t fade.
I wrote this while staring at a ceiling full of cracks,
Like the pieces of me I never got to put back.
I don’t know where this poem ends,
Or if it ever truly began.
But the silence… oh, it still rhymes,
Whispering secrets through fractured times.
Each crack a story I hide away,
In shadows where my fears still stay.
This one came to me between blinking lights,
In the hush between goodbyes and sleepless nights.
I didn’t edit or erase or plan,
I just wrote down the truth as fast as I can.
Maybe it’s messy, maybe it’s raw,
But pain never asked for a single applause.
So read it slow, or not at all,
These lines were never scared to fall.
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