@deanspoetry: What do you think about this one?

Elix :

Dang. your back.

Chrissy ❤️ :

reminds me of my ex.. but I guess I did know somehow but it was online and we was together for nearly two years and blocked me overnight..

gang gang :

You are such an amazing person. Like you at least help people. I know you helped me get through hard shit, and it's been like the best thing because like you're really kind, and like your poems are like really good. So keep on doing it. You deserve. A lot in life

Wolfs_Angel_505 :

I'm tired of the games I just want to be loved for me and not about my money

IX_Kills :

Wish I could send this without it becoming a problem turned on me

CeliClone :

She could have just told me she didn’t want it anymore, yet she kept making up reasons she disappeared

Lesaa :

Bro i feel like hes staring into my sould and talking to me i love this dude

its_.dreww980 :

POTATO :

ngl I'm glad I was able to move on and enjoy life I wish everybody here the best

kayden 🌲 :

peak dean

ethansassy :

Yes

adriannaaa🐆 :

this hit to hard😔

Cody :

allen •́ ‿ ,•̀ :

yea

C :

❤️

nour :

you deserve more followers

☆zen☆🏳️‍⚧️🩷💜💙 :

@Øliver

Emma🫩 :

hi i write poems but idk if their good so is this good? People prepare you for falling in love. They teach you what to say, they warn you it might be rough, and tell you that you should stay— even when you feel you aren't enough. But what I wish I was prepared for was falling out of love. I wish I was taught to forget the memories, instead of finding you in everything. How to go without texting. How to stop staring at you like a view. And most importantly: how to live without you. There is not a single day where I don't think or say something about you. I swear it's true. I know it seems obsessive, but this love is possessive. Eight months spent side by side, but you aren't even trying to hide how easily you walked away. I even asked you once, "How are you so okay?" But you avoided it. Like, how? Every night I cry and cry, wishing I could be with you again, just asking myself why. Why can’t you love me like you did back then? Even though I want you, you don't want me. I get that. But I wish you could get me, and maybe see how life could be if you were me. Life? That’s funny. As if I could have one where you don't exist, where I can't call you mine, where maybe I'm fine. If you can't love me again, then... I would do anything for someone to teach me how to live without you once again.