#soft ache

[definegodliness]

Bobby Pins

I shouldn't even Be talking to you, bobby pin, I should just be able to Casually throw you away.

Why shouldn't I be able to?

You weren't mine to begin with; You weren't ever meant to stay.

No, don't even go there.

You're making my hand tremble. Stop giving yourself Weight.

--- 23-4-2026, M.A. Tempels ©

[redamancy6]

You exist in my thoughts like a soft ache I never want healed.

[wohnoorkajharnahaiii]

the strange ache of never quite being enough. not for one person but for anyone. you can try harder, be kinder, be quieter, be better, and still feel like you’re slightly off from what the world wanted you to be. like everyone has a version of you in their head that you keep failing to become, no matter how much you adjust yourself.

and somewhere between this trying and failing, you stop being enough for yourself too 🙃

[wordsbyjenpoetry]

I relive the pulsing ache of lost time.

[atomicrebelfire]

I think what breaks me about “I missed you” is that it’s never just a statement. It’s a question. A hope. A quiet plea for confirmation that your absence meant something.

You’re not just saying “I missed you.” You’re saying: ⋅ Did you feel it too? ⋅ Was the silence loud for you too? ⋅ Did you ever think about breaking it?

And sometimes, the ache isn’t even in the missing. It’s in the wondering: If they knew you would miss them, and chose to stay silent anyway. Or worse, if they missed you too… but waited for you to say it first.

So yeah. I want Buck to say “I missed you.” And I want Tommy to say “I know. I missed you too.” Not because he needed to hear it first, but because he felt it too. And maybe, just maybe, he was hoping Buck did.

Because that’s the kind of silence that deserves to be broken.

[sinfullyruined]

all my love sits

in a small box

at the back of my mind

deep in the quietest part of my heart

i keep it there

where no one can reach it,

because pain taught me

to protect what remains.

so i sit in numbness

not because it’s empty,

but because it’s quieter

than searching for emotions

i was never taught how to name.

~Sinfullyruined

© 2025 SinfullyRuined

[eli-og-23]

Soft ache

Yes, I like you.

But I also know where to stop.

I know my place, my limits,

and the line I shouldn't cross.

So I won't chase you,

and I won't confess or burden you with my feelings.

I'll simply admire you quietly,

from a distance.

Maybe one day these feelings will fade,

maybe they won't. But for now,

I'll let my heart feel-

without expecting anything in return.

~internet

[milk-and-wildflowers]

💌 To the Boy I Never Let Myself Love Out Loud

Dear you,

I never said it. Not once. Not with words.

But I loved you.

I loved you in the way I remembered how you took your coffee. In the way I sat beside you in silence and never felt the need to fill it.

I loved you in the half-finished sentences. In the way I let you talk about other girls and smiled like it didn’t bruise.

I loved you when you didn’t text back, and I still hoped.

I loved you like a secret I didn’t trust the world to hold gently.

You were never mine. Not in the way that counts.

But still, I built altars from our almosts. Hung your name inside every maybe. Turned my own longing into poetry because I was too afraid to make it a question.

What if you said no? What if I lost the version of you I got to keep by never asking for more?

So I didn’t say it.

I just sat next to you in cars, laughed at all the right jokes, and let my heart speak in glances you never looked long enough to catch.

And maybe that was love too. The kind that doesn’t ask to be returned. The kind that lives in the quiet spaces— between texts, between seasons, between the words I never said.

If I had told you, maybe it would’ve changed everything.

Or maybe nothing.

I’ll never know.

But I loved you. That’s the truth.

And maybe that’s enough.

Love always, Me