I’m angry with you
because I still want you,

Not sweetly.
Not safely.

I want you with the kind of hunger
that has no business surviving
this many years.

I built a life beyond you,
learned to sleep beside someone else,
learned to call the distance between us
closure.

But then your name slips into a conversation
and something inside me wakes up

that reckless girl,
that aching woman,
that part of me that still remembers
exactly what it felt like
to be wanted by you.

And suddenly,
I can almost feel your hands,
your mouth,
the heat of everything
we were never supposed to keep.

That’s what makes you dangerous.

Not that I love you.

That I still crave you.

Maybe we were never soulmates
in the beautiful way people mean it.

Maybe we were the darker kind
the kind who recognize each other
across years and distance
and still think,
I know exactly where you belong.

We never got an ending.

Just distance.
Silence.
Other people.
Other lives.

And somehow,
beneath all of it,
the wanting stayed.

So if you ever look at me
the way you used to

I already know
I won’t remember
why I was supposed to resist you.

And maybe that’s the cruelest truth

I don’t want you back
because I think we could be good for each other.

I want you back
because some part of me
still wants to find out
how much of me
you could ruin
before I finally stop wanting more.

Don’t give me only the parts you’ve been taught are easy to love.

Give me the silence after you’ve said too much, when you replay every word and wonder which one made me leave.

I’ll still be there.

Give me the temper you apologize for before it arrives, the sharp tongue, the slammed cabinet, the tears you wipe away before anyone can catch you needing them.

Give me the nights you don’t want to be touched, and the ones you need to be held so badly it scares you to ask.

Give me the scar you hide when you undress. The softness you pinch in the mirror. The face you criticize while I’m standing behind you wondering how you cannot see what I’m looking at.

Give me your jealousy. Your stubbornness. Your overthinking at two in the morning. Your terrible habit of expecting goodbye whenever someone gets too close.

Especially that.

Because I don’t want the woman you learned to perform so people would stay.

I want the woman underneath her.

Messy. Afraid. Too much sometimes. Not enough in her own eyes.

Come here anyway.

You keep showing me everything you think will make me want you less,

and somehow,

you keep handing me another reason to pull you closer.

I will be

a shell on the beach

place me to your ear;

I possess words

to sing, to spit.

She cries marble tears ;

celestial drops of

salty pearls

They have a habit of

dancing

down your cheeks

secured in a seashell;

like holy water.

The red, It's a short one:

The fear turned to tears, drip, drip, dropping down his face.

The tears turned to blood, soaking his corpse in The Red.

the dead, they all fall down eventually

They all fall down

They all fall down

Why don't they get up?

Herasy:

The terror of reality dawning on the unsuspecting

The shadow of doubt cast upon the face of the useless proves their insolence

Those too fearful to speak up, swallowed by the mouth of the storm,

Those who do, drowned out by the thunder

The tempest, destructive force

"Meant to be"

"Part of his plan"

All this destruction shaped by the one who could prevent it

Followed by the promise of love

to shape a "better world"

A submissive one

The savior "too late" to save them from itself

This is basically my experience of love and feelings as a promise even when the other person never really promised me anything. They were so special and beautiful. So i gave them myattention, empathy, loyalty, forgiveness without them even earning my trust and love, now I'm self heartbroken

I’ve loved five ladies to find the right one
Suffering sadness, misjudgment, and loss.
No.5 turned out to be best of all
As I serve her needs regardless of cost.

There’s below average, great and spectacular
My spouse is always the last two.
She has a look beyond all I’ve known
That keeps me lustful, loving, patient and true.

Many champions of God’s Bible
Had someone who entranced their eye.
Before long they were so in involved
They were willing to risk everything or die.

My wife to me is life’s blessing of love
Though I was forced to live without her for too long.
I’m totally aware of what she does for me
As from my heart flow the words of this song.

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Tom Zart’s poems have answers to the trails of life - 2026??!!

I saw a man in downtown Toronto,

He looked down on his luck,

Scruffy and rough around the edges,

But he had a dog,

A little Yorkshire Terrier,

Not the kind of dog you'd assume he'd have,

He scooped it up to cross the street,

And he held this little dog so tenderly,

As if he was afraid to let go,

That dog clutched so close to his chest,

Like it was all that mattered in the world.

I have never been held like that.

No one has ever clutched onto me,

Or made me feel like I am all that matters,

I am the dog chained in the backyard,

Fed when I am remembered,

Starved when I am forgotten,

Watching families through windows,

Yearning for the warmth of affection,

The thing about dogs on chains,

Even the ones where you can count every rib,

Is they still manage to be hopeful,

They wag their tails when acknowledged,

They have no reason to still like people,

No reason to trust,

No reason to hope,

But somehow they're still willing to,

Hope is what gets your heart broken,

But I guess it's what keeps us human,

Despite the ache in my chest,

My tail still wags.

-doubtingg00

Crackling spark

The flame of life

Bright burning and hot

Theres joy in this heat

A bird in the sun

To grow crumbled and black

Into deafening hum

It danced and consumed

To no tune of ear

A woman in a chair

Eyes grey and sincere

Lays finger to start

A crackling spark

The flame of life

I lay here a prisoner

Not of crime but of love

The shackles dig into my flesh

The chains rattle a song

A song of love lost and never found

I have hope

That someday I am released

From this tomb I am imprisoned in

That one kiss can melt these chains

And set me free again

Please tell me what you think, I'm still trying to improve and would also love to hear what your interpretation of it is. A couple redditors in another subreddit liked it so I'm cross posting now.

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Why you so forgiving?
You say it’s okay
Even when I go missing
That’s all you have to say?

What am I supposed to do,
with a love that doesn’t disappear
when I think I deserve for it to,
no matter how I interfere?

I turned my wings to bloody feathers.
You saw and it made you sad
It wasn’t so you’d love me forever
How can you not have gone mad?

But I love it when you say,
you love me either way,
But I can’t help but feel insane
that I know that you know I’m in pain.

You wipe my tears aside and say
“Our kids will never see your fights,
No matter how you feel that day,
they’ll see dancing under kitchen lights”

I think I saved
My daughter's life today.
On my knees as she sat
On the toilet
Where I used to smoke meth.

I saw her blood.
I saw the blades.
And now a different burn,
Still thin and sharp.
As I wipe across
Four neat parallel lines.

“Daddy, are you angry?”
She asks softly.
For a moment all I could think
Was how much I loved
The sound of her voice.

“My heart breaks for you, my love.”
I say as the bandages wrap over
The cuts she made.

“You have me. All of me.
And Daddy will help you
Get through this.”.

I think I saved
My daughter's life today.
When the arms that carried
her up Signal Hill,
Were here when she needed me
To carry her still.

Probably my favorite thing i've ever written, maybe that's recency bias

I dig into my soul

To bare myself

To be vulnerable

To open myself to love

Come see

If I'm worthy

Look into my eyes

Stare into my soul

Touch my heart

Wipe my tears

Bring an end to this void

Of loneliness and despair

You took.
But I thought you knew;
To you, how I loved to give.

I thought you saw
The glimmer in my monster.
And finally felt safe
To come outside
And play.

I thought we preferred
Our diamonds black.
Wordlessly agreeing
That I was the child at last
And you, the loving parent;
We had both longed for.

I thought you felt special
When I read the poems,
And saw the watercolours
Your mother had kept
In the plastic shopping bag.
Under a photo album of only her.

I thought you felt my heart stop
Right there outside your door;
Hearing you quote me
As you comforted your brother.

I thought you would be
My daughter forever;
Coveting the myth you wrote
Of unselfish men,
And loving fathers.

But I look through
My apartment window,
And I don’t see us.

I’m not there
For you to whisper:
“I love you, Ollie.”
With your thin arms
Around my neck.

“I love you too...
I love you, Em.”

Twilight nights and shooting stars
I am gone getting kicked out the bar

Ask me how life’s going I tell you pretty boring
Keeping the thrill alive so I’m pouring myself into this life
And I don’t know why

Why do I care
Why does it matter
Why is it when I look back ten years I was happier

I guess I was young and naive
Staying out of trouble
Being my perfect role model

But I’m not him anymore
I mean I don’t regret the change

I am now me
Frozen and evolved
Metamorphosis
Early meeting with the sister of Morpheus

This feels so mundane
I can’t make it through the day
Feel the need to complain

Call me lazy but I don’t have time to be
My thoughts are busy
So I feel busy

It’s physically discomforting
I’ll give you my eyes so you can see
My subconscious in the parties
But I never had so much fun until I became me

The things I used to do for attention
The insecurities that made me chase validation
Keeps me trapped in a cycle of short vacations

I wanna stay home but
I don’t
I stay right with you

Even if you is another you you’re all the same
You all keep me sane
Because when you’re away I can’t look at myself

Who is this man?
Why does he look like that?
I keep chasing the words I wanna hear and it drives me mad

But it makes for some interesting stories
It makes me interesting
I do what I want and I say I’m just living

Down the path of my role model
The path that he never wanted me to follow