Emotions

Words left unsaid

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missing you comes in waves and today im drowning.....

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Oh how i couldnt have loved you more, but i couldve loved you better.....

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Remember its the still at sea that drowns a man

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[echoesofsaturn]

as my final act of love, I will swallow every "please stay" and turn it into silence so you don't feel trapped by my ache

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what we know is a small island in a vast ocean of what we dont

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"The Lap He Cried In"

He grew up with a mother who never said she didn't want him to rise-she just didn't like seeing him restart. In her eyes, his job was to make her life easier, and if he couldn't, then he wasn't a man yet. She called it discipline, but it was survival disguised as love. She didn't hate his progress; she just normalized his pain, made him believe being a man meant starting from the bottom and never asking for a hand.

He became strong, but only in the ways that drained him. Every woman after her met the tired version of him-the one afraid to rest because stillness felt like failure. He gave what he could, but it was never enough. Every effort was flipped into proof he wasn't grinding hard enough. He was doing what he could, but she made him feel small for not doing more.

Her voice stayed in his chest: "If you can't carry it all, you ain't ready to be a man." And so he carried-everything.

Then she came. Not to fix him, but to remind him that rest ain't weakness. She said, "Baby, you don't gotta start from nothing more. Don't be so powerful that you can't let me pour into you. I ain't tryna take your manhood-I'm trying to hold the part your mama couldn't touch. Don't fear I'll say I made you, 'cause truth is, you made me too. You taught me what real provision looks like— the kind that protects, not controls."

And for the first time, he didn't cry out of shame. He cried because someone finally saw the man beneath the armor. Her lap became the altar, and his tears were the offering-not for weakness, but for release.

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Don't punish me because I want you. Don't make my love feel like a crime I'm guilty of, as if craving your presence is something I should hide like a secret sin too dangerous to speak aloud. I want you. Not just your touch, but the way your soul moves when no one's watching. I want your thoughts, the ones you bury, the ones you only share when the world falls away and it's just us in that small, intimate space between breaths. Don't punish me for wanting you, for seeing you with more than just my eyes — for feeling you in the way the air feels after a storm, heavy with everything unspoken, and yet, somehow, so light. I'm not asking for perfection, not asking for you to be everything I dreamed you could be. I'm just asking for you to be — fully, in all the messiness, the cracks, the scars, the places I see and still want to touch. Don't punish me because my heart feels like it's reaching for you even when I'm scared of what it might find. Don't twist my wanting into weakness, as if desire col ever be wrong when it's rooted in honesty. I want you with all the parts of me that have been afraid to want for fear of being burned.

But wanting you isn't a flame that will consume me. It's just a light calling me home. Don't punish me for answering it. So hear me - t is not weakness. This is not desperation. This is simply love, raw and unguarded, a quiet plea to not be judged for feeling too much. If I want you, let me want you. Without guilt. Without shame. Without making it seem like the love I feel is a thing to be feared. I want you and I stand in that truth, bold, and unafraid. Don't punish me because I'm brave enough to say it.

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"Raised by Two Codes"

by Lazae

Daddy said, "Boy, don't be no fool,

if she reach for your help, make her reach for you too.

If you give her your time, then make sure it pays, don't walk out empty — leave with a gain."

He learned love like a hustle, trust like a war, never open your heart unless you sure what it's for.

But Mama - she was built from grace and grit, held it all down when the world didn't fit.

When Daddy went in, she became the man, turnin' struggle into strength with her two bare hands.

She said, "Son, don't you ever take from her knees, if a woman's in need, help her breathe with ease.

If she's got kids, you lift her load,

be the light in her path, not the weight on her road."

So he grew up torn between right and real, between what he saw and what he feel.

One taught pride, the other taught prayer, one built walls, the other built care.

He walked with fear in his chest and love in his palm, wantin' peace, but raised in a storm.

Didn't wanna be used, didn't wanna use stuck in between - too scarred to choose.

So he prayin',

*Lord, help me find that man in between, the one that ain't cold, but still stay clean.

The one that don't give just to be repaid, nt sall con crown in he love he cave.

He's learnin' now — it ain't weak to feel, ain't soft to care, ain't fake to heal.

'Cause real men don't chase what fades at night, they build what lasts beneath God's light.

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We fight, we talk, we act like nothing's wrong.

Then you disappear, I chase, we fall back in the same trap.

I try to leave, you pull me close.

I push, you stay.

It's the same cycle, different day.

I don't know if we're learning or just addicted to the loop.

Round and round, hearts stuck spinning, hoping one day it changes... but knowing it probably won't.

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Love me like we're underwater

Hold my hands while we hold our breath, until our lungs are full of salt, hearts beating out our chests.

Love me like a good fire on a winter night it'll go out fast,

you'll replay the moment it made you warm, and learn to love the calm before a storm.

So love me like we re underwater.

We don't want to come up.

We know we'll die soon,

but I'll love you while we're underwater.

& on my last breath I'll love you a little more, My heart's so full of you, it forgets we were never underwater

only that I was drowning in you.

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You're not just the person i love

You are so much more than that.

You're my favorite place to rest

arms that feel like peace.

Youre my favorite sound.

a voice that steadies me

You're my favorite light,

" smile that softens every hard day.

You re my favorite joy,

laughter that fills the quiet

You re the feeling i want to return to,

the thought that lingers sweetly

the heart that holds mine

so gently.

so truly.

You're my favorite everything and my always and forever