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Unfinished Men Miss Greenwood I can no longer burn for two.And certainly not for three.It's that truth which might shake your comfort zone, but in the end - it sets me free.
Seeing potential without any action leads to some sad and mad dissatisfaction.I’ve seen potential, yes - but without any action, it becomes a ghost. A haunting echo of an almost-love...you know, that kind of love that hurts the most.
No, my loves, you are not evil.You're only weak.You were never cruel.Just not complete.Too afraid to rise,too fragile to meet.Too insecure for my love to carry which you actually never really had to seek.
Too anxious to change what always worked for you but actually never really did.Your lack of affection was what led to our dynamics and imbalanced interaction, I have to admit.
You're a shadow that makes promises it never intends to keep. A shadow from which I could only guess where it comes from or where it goes - but never becoming really deep.
Your ease became a weighton my wings meant to fly.Too light to hold me -too slow to try.
Your shallow depth has become weight upon my free and wild wings. Easy. Relaxed.Attached. But without any strings.
Easiness can turn heavywhen it carries what’s always been unsaid.All the feelings you’ve buried and all the truths you’ve left for the dead instead.
Easiness too heavy to carry or -could it be my own?The perception of all those feelings you hid, never capable of truly being shown.
This is my female rebirth after a sexual but asexual heartbreak of mine. I rise in all my female energy and learn again how to be mine.
I rise, not angry -but finally whole.I love myself more than your almosts, your perhaps, your self-soothing roles.
I love myself more than all of your 'Well, let's see!'s.More than all of your out of commodiousness arising maybes. I love my fire more than your promising, but actually cold breezes of unapproachable aloofness mess.
Yes, I found you both attractive -thought we might align.I tried, I reached, I danced toward hope, but none of you ever truly met mine.
Damn, I found you two so attractive! Was really convinced you'd be a good match.I dared to come closer. I tried.Even if it meant some hopelessly hopeful and desperate fight.
But I've never experienced any success in that, since your mental cage and fear is everything you've ever had.Would never want to hate you for something I've done to myself for many years.I still love in spite of your deepest, chaos-bringing fears.
Now I know:I will not hate youfor what I allowed.I will simply stop burningwhere there is no fire but only doubt allowed.
I loved. I love.Those were my deeds.I just need to stop loving against myself and my very own needs. I've stopped asking myself and believe me, I too often did - on my patio sitting out there writing from my heart and from my most loving mind.
I've stopped asking myself - sitting on my patio all by myself and all alone:
Will you ever rise to meet me - or must I finally rise on my own?
(April 2025)
Seeing potential without any action leads to some sad and mad dissatisfaction.I’ve seen potential, yes - but without any action, it becomes a ghost. A haunting echo of an almost-love...you know, that kind of love that hurts the most.
No, my loves, you are not evil.You're only weak.You were never cruel.Just not complete.Too afraid to rise,too fragile to meet.Too insecure for my love to carry which you actually never really had to seek.
Too anxious to change what always worked for you but actually never really did.Your lack of affection was what led to our dynamics and imbalanced interaction, I have to admit.
You're a shadow that makes promises it never intends to keep. A shadow from which I could only guess where it comes from or where it goes - but never becoming really deep.
Your ease became a weighton my wings meant to fly.Too light to hold me -too slow to try.
Your shallow depth has become weight upon my free and wild wings. Easy. Relaxed.Attached. But without any strings.
Easiness can turn heavywhen it carries what’s always been unsaid.All the feelings you’ve buried and all the truths you’ve left for the dead instead.
Easiness too heavy to carry or -could it be my own?The perception of all those feelings you hid, never capable of truly being shown.
This is my female rebirth after a sexual but asexual heartbreak of mine. I rise in all my female energy and learn again how to be mine.
I rise, not angry -but finally whole.I love myself more than your almosts, your perhaps, your self-soothing roles.
I love myself more than all of your 'Well, let's see!'s.More than all of your out of commodiousness arising maybes. I love my fire more than your promising, but actually cold breezes of unapproachable aloofness mess.
Yes, I found you both attractive -thought we might align.I tried, I reached, I danced toward hope, but none of you ever truly met mine.
Damn, I found you two so attractive! Was really convinced you'd be a good match.I dared to come closer. I tried.Even if it meant some hopelessly hopeful and desperate fight.
But I've never experienced any success in that, since your mental cage and fear is everything you've ever had.Would never want to hate you for something I've done to myself for many years.I still love in spite of your deepest, chaos-bringing fears.
Now I know:I will not hate youfor what I allowed.I will simply stop burningwhere there is no fire but only doubt allowed.
I loved. I love.Those were my deeds.I just need to stop loving against myself and my very own needs. I've stopped asking myself and believe me, I too often did - on my patio sitting out there writing from my heart and from my most loving mind.
I've stopped asking myself - sitting on my patio all by myself and all alone:
Will you ever rise to meet me - or must I finally rise on my own?
(April 2025)
More from Miss Greenwood ↓
- @_miss_greenwood_ on Instagram and YouTube
- Miss Greenwood on Substack
- Her book, PolyPoetry, is out now
Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
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By Maggie DeversUnfinished Men Miss Greenwood I can no longer burn for two.And certainly not for three.It's that truth which might shake your comfort zone, but in the end - it sets me free.
Seeing potential without any action leads to some sad and mad dissatisfaction.I’ve seen potential, yes - but without any action, it becomes a ghost. A haunting echo of an almost-love...you know, that kind of love that hurts the most.
No, my loves, you are not evil.You're only weak.You were never cruel.Just not complete.Too afraid to rise,too fragile to meet.Too insecure for my love to carry which you actually never really had to seek.
Too anxious to change what always worked for you but actually never really did.Your lack of affection was what led to our dynamics and imbalanced interaction, I have to admit.
You're a shadow that makes promises it never intends to keep. A shadow from which I could only guess where it comes from or where it goes - but never becoming really deep.
Your ease became a weighton my wings meant to fly.Too light to hold me -too slow to try.
Your shallow depth has become weight upon my free and wild wings. Easy. Relaxed.Attached. But without any strings.
Easiness can turn heavywhen it carries what’s always been unsaid.All the feelings you’ve buried and all the truths you’ve left for the dead instead.
Easiness too heavy to carry or -could it be my own?The perception of all those feelings you hid, never capable of truly being shown.
This is my female rebirth after a sexual but asexual heartbreak of mine. I rise in all my female energy and learn again how to be mine.
I rise, not angry -but finally whole.I love myself more than your almosts, your perhaps, your self-soothing roles.
I love myself more than all of your 'Well, let's see!'s.More than all of your out of commodiousness arising maybes. I love my fire more than your promising, but actually cold breezes of unapproachable aloofness mess.
Yes, I found you both attractive -thought we might align.I tried, I reached, I danced toward hope, but none of you ever truly met mine.
Damn, I found you two so attractive! Was really convinced you'd be a good match.I dared to come closer. I tried.Even if it meant some hopelessly hopeful and desperate fight.
But I've never experienced any success in that, since your mental cage and fear is everything you've ever had.Would never want to hate you for something I've done to myself for many years.I still love in spite of your deepest, chaos-bringing fears.
Now I know:I will not hate youfor what I allowed.I will simply stop burningwhere there is no fire but only doubt allowed.
I loved. I love.Those were my deeds.I just need to stop loving against myself and my very own needs. I've stopped asking myself and believe me, I too often did - on my patio sitting out there writing from my heart and from my most loving mind.
I've stopped asking myself - sitting on my patio all by myself and all alone:
Will you ever rise to meet me - or must I finally rise on my own?
(April 2025)
Seeing potential without any action leads to some sad and mad dissatisfaction.I’ve seen potential, yes - but without any action, it becomes a ghost. A haunting echo of an almost-love...you know, that kind of love that hurts the most.
No, my loves, you are not evil.You're only weak.You were never cruel.Just not complete.Too afraid to rise,too fragile to meet.Too insecure for my love to carry which you actually never really had to seek.
Too anxious to change what always worked for you but actually never really did.Your lack of affection was what led to our dynamics and imbalanced interaction, I have to admit.
You're a shadow that makes promises it never intends to keep. A shadow from which I could only guess where it comes from or where it goes - but never becoming really deep.
Your ease became a weighton my wings meant to fly.Too light to hold me -too slow to try.
Your shallow depth has become weight upon my free and wild wings. Easy. Relaxed.Attached. But without any strings.
Easiness can turn heavywhen it carries what’s always been unsaid.All the feelings you’ve buried and all the truths you’ve left for the dead instead.
Easiness too heavy to carry or -could it be my own?The perception of all those feelings you hid, never capable of truly being shown.
This is my female rebirth after a sexual but asexual heartbreak of mine. I rise in all my female energy and learn again how to be mine.
I rise, not angry -but finally whole.I love myself more than your almosts, your perhaps, your self-soothing roles.
I love myself more than all of your 'Well, let's see!'s.More than all of your out of commodiousness arising maybes. I love my fire more than your promising, but actually cold breezes of unapproachable aloofness mess.
Yes, I found you both attractive -thought we might align.I tried, I reached, I danced toward hope, but none of you ever truly met mine.
Damn, I found you two so attractive! Was really convinced you'd be a good match.I dared to come closer. I tried.Even if it meant some hopelessly hopeful and desperate fight.
But I've never experienced any success in that, since your mental cage and fear is everything you've ever had.Would never want to hate you for something I've done to myself for many years.I still love in spite of your deepest, chaos-bringing fears.
Now I know:I will not hate youfor what I allowed.I will simply stop burningwhere there is no fire but only doubt allowed.
I loved. I love.Those were my deeds.I just need to stop loving against myself and my very own needs. I've stopped asking myself and believe me, I too often did - on my patio sitting out there writing from my heart and from my most loving mind.
I've stopped asking myself - sitting on my patio all by myself and all alone:
Will you ever rise to meet me - or must I finally rise on my own?
(April 2025)
More from Miss Greenwood ↓
- @_miss_greenwood_ on Instagram and YouTube
- Miss Greenwood on Substack
- Her book, PolyPoetry, is out now
Mentioned in this episode:
Join the mailing list to be the first to know when OPO submissions open ⬇️
🖋️ Read My Newsletter: Free Flow 🖋️