This is not a poem dripped in metaphors,
Nor a stanza stitched with hidden scars.
It’s a quiet whisper before I close the door,
A final ink drop on these endless stars.
Wattpad — you were more than a page,
More than just stories locked in a cage.
You were a home for my restless words,
A sky where my wild thoughts turned into birds.
To the silent readers, the midnight dreamers,
The ones who found a piece of themselves
Between my lines, between my rhymes —
Thank you for listening when even I felt unheard.
And then… the friends I found,
Strangers once, now echoes in my heart’s sound.
You held my trembling words like fragile glass,
Laughed with me, cried with me — let moments pass.
Munchkin, Cinderella, Mah strong one, Lil bro, Mochi, Peachy, Bubbles, Vivi, Muffin Man, Sweetheart
And so many more who became part of my lore —
You weren’t just names behind screens,
You became my late-night thoughts and early morning dreams.
But every poet has a final chapter to write,
And this is mine, beneath the silver moonlight.
I leave these pages, not with sorrow, but grace,
Knowing every word found a resting place.
So, if ever you miss me,
Find me in the quiet spaces between stanzas,
In the ache of a verse left unfinished,
Or in the heartbeat of a line that lingers.
Goodbye, Wattpad.
I was here. I wrote. I loved. I leave.
- Anne
