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Some Poetry From A Girl Who Yearns

some poems i wanted to share :) so excited for you to have more of my work soooo soon!!!


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Your flowers rotted on the bedside table,

as my vase laid empty. 

Your absence was visible, palpable,

while affirming you did plenty. 

Your neck and wrists adorned

as I crocheted words together.

I said you left me conformed,

as my friends said I deserved better. 

You would never have a doubt,

and you never gave me a reason. 

I said love overflowed in a drought,

I lied about your quiet treason.


(if you’d) Ask Me


If you’d ask me, I’d be more than overwhelmed.

I’d remember how I dreamed about this moment

since I was seventeen years old.

Why do pivotal things always occur at seventeen?


If you’d ask me, I’d call my best friend.

She hates you and she always has.

I can’t care,

not when I love you more than anyone.


If you’d ask me, I’d listen to love songs.

I’d skip around, wear rings where one has never gone

so everyone could know what my heart always has.


If you’d ask me, I’d remember last time.

How I never got flowers,

how the spark died.

My heart still beats in whispers of your breathing.


If you’d ask me, I’d know it was fate.

I’ve said you were the love of my life from the very first day.

I could kiss every freckle on your pale face.


So when you asked me, I said no.


I see you happily now in the arms of a blonde,

her name is quirky, she calls California home.

Deep down, I know I’d do whatever, even postpone

showing you all of my love

to get to watch you grow old.


I’m Sorry


I push her bangs away and pretend they don’t exist.

I watch her eyes flutter, my brain turns blue to brown with instinct.

When she speaks of law, your paintings curate in my mind.

I imagine her crooked smile becomes yours and aligns.


She doesn’t care about my poetry,

but you read mine to really get to know me.

Not having you to myself is my largest strife,

I’ll spend forever claiming you’re the love of my life.


Love is my consolation prize, 

I’ll sacrifice so I don’t lose your brown eyes.

Switch the “M” and the “e”,

I’d do it happily.

I’m sorry,

But please don’t call me.





Five Letters


Five letters in my Achilles' Heel,

But I'll never tell how I feel.

I hope she kisses you goodnight,

I hope she tucks you in, turns out the light,

But I hope you can’t sleep.

I hope you still dream of me.


My apologies for wasting your time,

Except you weren't quite kind.

God forbid you cared more about others than yourself,

At your smartest, you lack intellect,

Nevertheless, I’m still sorry. 


Five letters, two names fit.

One forever traced on my lips.

One I look for in everyone,

One I avoid like the moon and the sun.

One was a placeholder,

One was the place.

I owe you an apology for that, Grace.


Five letters to the key to my heart,

Five letters in the replacement I tried to find.

Five letters I can’t seem to get over,

Five letters I can’t quite rhyme.


Except I can try,

Maybe I’ll find a way,

If she possibly reads into it,

Likely, no, but there’s a chance.

You know who you are.

 
 
 

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