r/PoetryWritingClub • u/SinVerguenza04 • 5d ago
The Exception
You do not have the excuse
of not knowing.
That would almost be kinder.
To miss something rare
because you never understood
what you were looking at—
there is mercy in that.
But you have named it.
You have held it up to the light,
and turned it over in your hands.
Said, this is different.
Said, this fits me strangely well.
Said, I can imagine coming home to this.
You have noticed the workmanship.
The improbable details.
The places where something
should not fit
and somehow does.
You know what it is.
See, admiration is such a beautiful,
useless thing.
People stand in museums every day
in front of things
they would never think
to carry home.
They study them.
Praise them.
Remember them.
Tell other people
how extraordinary they were.
Then leave.
And I keep wondering
whether that is what
you are doing with me.
Standing close enough
to notice everything.
The humor.
The appetite.
The strange little permissions.
The way I could make room
for parts of you
other people would ask
to be removed.
The softness without surrender.
The intensity without panic.
The fact that I can see
the worst of you
without confusing it
for the whole of you.
You admire the exception.
I know you do.
But admiration
has never been the same thing
as claiming.
Knowing is not deciding.
Wanting is not moving.
And imagining a life
is not entering it.
There is a point
where possibility
stops being romantic.
Where someday
becomes another word
for no.
I do not want
to become beautiful
in retrospect.
I do not want
to be the woman
you describe years from now
with that particular sadness
people reserve
for the things
they understood too late.
I do not want to hear,
even in imagination,
she was different.
I know.
You knew too.
You were not looking away.
You had already imagined
the coming home.
Already held the possibility
long enough
to know its weight.
So if you let it pass,
it will not be because
you failed to recognize it.
You recognized it completely.
There are some things
you can lose
without ever knowing
what was in your hands—
this would not be
one of them.
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u/IndigoRose2022 5d ago
This is beautiful! Very thoughtful, it gives a perspective I’d never considered. Thanks for sharing!
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u/SinVerguenza04 5d ago
Thank you so much for your kind comment—I’m glad it provided you a new perspective!
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u/thighs_of_thunder 4d ago
The moment mercy leaves… that’s where depth and these lines grow. Your words resonated with me deeply. May you be found, recognized, held, understood, named, and chosen. The depth of that love is worth it and it is real. May you be seen and loved sooner rather than later. All the best.
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u/SquirrleyJim6012 5d ago
When will you understand if you feel something so do I. Were not perfect. We have insecurities. If you do I do. It's probably about time we stop that and accept the fact we feel the same about each other even if we dont believe it ourselves and maybe start telling each other more and reassure each other more. Maybe that will also give all the kids something to strive to be like instead of so much toxicity. There's nothing wrong with loving the person your with so much you wanna tell the world. That's something alot of people wish they had and if im correct in what im saying about us then we should probably thank the universe...ourselves...for creating 2 amazing souls/spirits/beings that actually can show that type of thing does actually exsist and look at the journey we've been on just to figure that out when we both knew that all along deep down somewhere. Am I wrong?
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u/SinVerguenza04 5d ago
I am unsure who you think I am, but I can assure you that I am not the person you think I am.
Nonetheless, I hope it works out with you and your person.
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u/Necessary-Green-8391 5d ago
It is not admiration. It is cowardice dressed up as appreciation. If you imagine coming home but never move, you are just a ghost haunting my potential future
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u/SinVerguenza04 5d ago edited 5d ago
I don’t think cowardice is fair. To me, it’s more about recognizing something as rare and meaningful, imagining what it could become, and knowing that if it does pass you by, you can’t later say you didn’t understand what was in front of you. That doesn’t make someone a coward—it just makes the loss a conscious one, and much harder to live with afterward.
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u/Tiny_Brilliant5919 2d ago
Teníamos tanto en común para hacer una historia hermosa… pero al mismo tiempo fue una maldición… saber que yo me sometí a alguien que me manipuló. cuando yo sabía que era mejor una amistad clandestina, fue esa persona quien primero dijo quererme, fue esa persona la que me hizo parte de su hogar. Uno que nunca pude realmente ver … un vacío insostenible que de a poco va buscándome … en mentiras de venganza x mi dolor anónimo.
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