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Kimeysía.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

There you were, dressed in your finest gown, a rose, tucked behind your ear. As you glistened under the dim lit ballroom chandeliers. You stole a furtive glance at me, my lamenting heart betrayed my soul. I was endeared by your grace. And raptured by your coquettish smirk. I made an impertinent move. With great intrepidity, I entreat you for a dance. And as you take my hand, there is nothing else in my world, but you Elizabeth. The room stands still. It’s just you and me waltzing, in blissful ignorance of the world around us. And In the alacrity of the moment, the clock strikes midnight. In an effusion of solicitude, you leave. A single rose lay fallen near my feet. I put it where it belongs, right next to my heart. If love is real, then so are you. Roses shall remind me of you. Until we meet again.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

We write poetry

because we want

to be heard.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

I woke up one morning and noticed strands of white hair peaking from the dark brown strands of hair. It hurt, but facing the reality that everyone ages, lessened the blow as I came to terms with what can't be changed. You age, you wrinkle, you grey.

And that's the unprecedented law of nature.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

And God laughed.

Not with hatred.

But with the love of knowing he has his plans for me.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

Day by day,

I'm learning to love myself.

Especially on days the hate is more than the love I could offer myself.

Especially on days the tears refuse to cease.

Especially on days I don't feel grateful about what I have gotten and what I've become.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

It went from,

I don't want kids,

To, omg I can't wait to introduce my kids to 90s soft rock.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

It went from,

I don't want kids,

To, omg I can't wait to introduce my kids to 90s soft rock.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

Ideally, I would walk through fire to save someone else.

But now I would walk through fire only to save myself.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

The blood on my hands haven't dried yet.

But the blood in my heart has.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

Dear misguided men (who clearly don't understand consent),

Yes. The Same ones who are born from a Women. You understand where I'm coming from right?

I wonder what would happen if the same Mother that gave birth to you would know what you're upto.

But of course, you're hiding behind a wall you painted with flowers whilst wearing glass bangles. Oops, hurt your Manly ego, didn't I?

Who gave you'll the right, let me rephrase that, who gave you'll the fkng right to be predators and then play the victim card to your hearts content?

Oh wait, you didn't think you'd be called out, oh because you're lonely and that's what lonely men do. Act like Jerks.

Oh well, now that your dirty uncouth laundry is out in the open, where is your, oh I was lonely and unloved, so I did it, card?

[mrsdarcyesquire]

Gradually learning to buy myself flowers,

Because he's not going to heal me.

I AM.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

I've held on to depression for so long,

That it has almost become a part of my existence.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

I often wonder, does grief cling on to me?

Or do I cling on to grief, because it’s the cure for my insanity?

[mrsdarcyesquire]

Of memories that I held tight,

And of memories I have tried to let go.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

No, you weren't in love.

You just were happy someone finally was being nice to you, and someone cared enough.

[mrsdarcyesquire]

The number of times I've cried over a guy, I could fill my bath tub and an entire ocean.

have you cried over a guy/ girl

yes

no

is this even something to ask about?

Voting ended onMay 23, 2025

[mrsdarcyesquire]

If you love someone, I don't think you'd miss them. Because a part of them will always be in your heart.

When love is real, you feel differently.