You can love someone and still realize they don’t know how to love you properly.

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You can love someone and still realize they don’t know how to love you properly.
Poetry of a Lemon
People often like to say the phrase, "When life gives you lemons, make lemonade."
Yet, life never gave us lemons. We made lemons; lemons are a hybrid of citrus and bitter oranges.
The irony of this phrase is obvious. Similarly, people like to call poetry a "gift to humanity," but life never gave us poetry. We created it.
I feel like they're connected through some strange irony. Both can be sweet, sour, bitter, beautiful, and strange.
And lemons are cutee<33
That's the story behind my pen name, Poetic Lemon
Goodnight Moon, you were the best of us, killed by the worst of us.
Doomed by a name so dangerous.
A double edge sword mistaken for what it once was.
Sent alone to a cursed battle not knowing it was her last.
Dear Ms. Moon. How do you do it?
How do you bear the shame or neglect?
How do you protect those who were blind to you?
How are you never drawn by the promise of others, even if they’re richer.
And how do you stand with them in death, even though they cause your early end.
Death will continue to follow as it did for you.
Your sudden abscene will be known throughout the sky.
Shrouding in darkness and light you take your final steps.
Rest well lady Moon. You have done them well.
-UNDER YOUR SKIN-
Apparently you can’t escape me,
The thing is I never want you to.
I want to be stuck so far inside your soul,
That the idea of tearing me away,
Tears you apart.
I want my claws under your skin,
Bone deep so that taking me out,
Would break you apart.
You want to escape me?
I’ve already burrowed under your arteries,
Inside your veins,
I am your blood.
You will never escape me,
Because we both know,
Leaving me behind would ruin you.
06/06/2026
-Undeniable
I have poems in here that are handjumper related!!! Look look look!!! (They ain’t the best but there are different kinds. I did!)
I’ll show only the hand jumper ones but tell me if you wanna see normal I do!!
I was only thinking about the character when doing so so they might be a bit of a stretch…I was also thinking about head cannons too so they are vague!! If you want to interpret them or if you want to insert yourself into them, I really don’t mind and I would love if you would talk about it. (I don’t know where my confidence came from but oh well
And still I’d choose it every time, The ruin, ache, the bitter view, Because the worst of loving you Still beats a life that never knew.
Someone New
I would like to think to believe I could be someone new.
Someone who actually finished something even if something small that only matters to me.
I can't even follow through on my own hobbies.
Change into someone I could be proud of.
Not wanting wishing to be the next person.
It seems like everyone is moving and actually living.
I don't think I'm living right now.
Just in body, that feels so disconnected to me.
Just a person without any soul searching.
I could change my world, maybe I should listen and start praying.
Even god doesn't fill me with hope.
I don't even hope within myself anymore, how can I believe in something else?
But who knows one day I won't feel this away.
Maybe I can be someone new.
I wrote a shitty ass poem for Kabru. Heh. Uh.
Okay bye 😭🙏💔