I Chose What I Knew

I miss you today,
Not in the way love demands,
But in the quiet ways that linger.
I miss our conversations,
The laughter that came easily,
The adventures that felt simple.
But more than anything,
I miss the friendship we once held,
And I wish it could still live here.

I remember the day you told me you loved me.
I didn’t know what to say.
It surprised me,
Not because it wasn’t sincere,
It was because my heart didn’t know how to meet yours there.

So I told you I had love for you too,
Trying to be careful with my words,
Making it clear that I’m talking about friendship,
Hoping that would be enough.
Then I tried to move forward
As if nothing had changed,
Pretending the moment hadn’t shifted us.
I knew it wasn’t fair,
But I was trying to protect us,
And what we already had.

You grew bolder with your hope.
You asked me, quietly and then clearly,
To imagine more with you.
And I chose not to see the signs,
Not because I didn’t value you,
But because I valued the safety of what we were.

I couldn’t envision love with you.
I couldn’t force a feeling
That wasn’t growing inside me.
And you deserved someone who was certain about you.
Someone who could choose love without hesitation.

I was content being your friend.
I was grateful for where we stood.
But you asked me to take a leap of faith,
And I chose something else,
I didn’t choose fear,
But I chose honesty.
I placed my faith in truth over desire,
In clarity over confusion.
We weren’t meant to walk the same path forward,
And I finally learned to accept that.

So yes, I miss you today.
I miss the time, the closeness, the ease we once had,
But I don’t regret the choice I made.

You walked away because friendship wasn’t enough for you,
And I respect that.
But friendship was enough for me.
It was safe.
It was genuine.
It meant everything in the way I knew how to give.

I didn’t choose love,
Not because I lacked it,
But because I didn’t understand it back then.I chose what I knew.
And today,
I’m grateful for what we were,
Even if we couldn’t become more.

Why Are You Gone?

It hurts to see you like this,

You’re just here and not really present,

Alive but no longer there inside,

Just an empty shell,

I just miss you so much,

And it’s hard to be around you now,

I wish I could have you back,

It would be nice to have our usual talks again,

Write letters to each other again,

Listen to jazz again,

Why can’t I have those good times again?

Why can’t you come back?

Why is life much more grey without you?

Why are you gone?

I Like Me Today

Today is a good day for me,

I’m feeling so much better about myself today,

And I feel like others don’t mind having me around today,

And I’m happy about that,

I am happy with myself today.

I wish I could feel like this all the time,

But that’s just wishful thinking on my part,

I just can’t do that every day,

Maybe one day I can,

But tomorrow will be a different story,

For now I will not worry about tomorrow,

I’ll just enjoy today,

I’ll just be thankful for today,

But I can’t wait to have another day like this day again.

No One Likes Me

I wonder if people genuinely like me,

Or if they’re just tolerating me.

I can understand people struggling to like me,

I don’t like me sometimes,

Sometimes I wish I wasn’t me,

I’m sure that I can be annoying at times,

And people can’t wait for me to leave their presence,

I feel like I’m unbearable to a lot of people,

I feel like I make people uncomfortable,

I feel like no one likes me.

Praying For Nothing

I remember the first time I was praying for nothing,

I wasn’t expecting anything in return,

I was just praying a meaningless prayer that day,

I didn’t care if God was listening to this prayer,

I believed God didn’t care,

I believed He was content in not doing anything for me,

I believed in my worst fears over Him,

And I was scared out of my mind for months,

I was letting nightmares consume me for months,

With no room for sweet dreams to keep me comfort.

Yet I still found myself praying,

Despite my heart not being into it,

Or no longer believing in the power of prayer,

I still prayed that I could get better again,

I still prayed to find peace and happiness,

I still prayed expecting nothing in return.

A True Miracle

I remember I was praying for a true miracle to come my way,

During a time I didn’t even believe in miracles,

During a time I was away from God,

I remember being truly broken,

And just praying because I had no other options.


I was just praying to pass the time,

But it was strangely calming my worries,

I ended up praying for years for a miracle to come my way,

But a clear miracle never came my way,

All I heard was complete silence.


Yet I somehow found the strength to keep going,

I somehow found life to be beautiful again,

I somehow found happiness again,

I somehow found peace again,

In all those years of praying.


Maybe I didn’t need a clear miracle to come my way,

Or maybe the miracle wasn’t so simple,

Maybe I just needed to keep trying,

Maybe I just needed to keep going,

Maybe that’s a true miracle.

A New Chapter

A new chapter finally begins,

Hopefully you’re not carrying any sins

Into this new chapter,

Otherwise you will easily shatter,

Into a million pieces like a broken mirror,

Or this new chapter could start with a reign of terror,

Start this new chapter out right,

Let this new chapter bring you delight,

New chapters are meant to be exciting,

And even inviting,

The old chapter is gone and erased,

And a new chapter must be embraced.

The End of a Chapter

A chapter finally comes to an end,

It’s either time to transcend,

Or be condemned at the end of it all.

It’s up to you decide if you want to stand tall,

Or fall to the ground.

Only you can decide if you want be found,

Or not around anymore.

There are too many hard choices to explore,

You cannot ignore them in any way,

Nor can you run away,

Today a decision must be made,

Hopefully you’re not afraid,

Of the end of a chapter.

The Next Chapter

Sometimes it’s hard to move on to the next chapter,

Especially if time is a determining factor,

In how long you remain with one chapter,

It must matter to you to see the chapter after,

Otherwise you’ll be stuck,

And maybe run out of luck.


There are some chapters that are fun to reread,

There are others that make us bleed,

There are even some that feed a tiny seed,

And stifle our growth,

And force us to loathe,

And even make us break a sacred oath close to our hearts,

Why must we endure a story with such dreadful parts?


There’s no story without pain and suffering

But there’s always a story about recovering,

And possibly discovering a new type of strength,

But why are there some stories that end with death?

Why are there some chapters that make us shatter?

Why is it so hard sometimes to move on to the next chapter?