I read the words, the initials,
And I eye the lines and the symbols carved into your skin
They’re pretty—
I’m glad you’re doing better now
And, when you’re ready
You can entertain the thought of choosing me
I mean—
a guy can hope
If I could go back I'd certainly try to make your life a great deal easier
Knowing what I know now
I cry—
at the very least every night now knowing you were crying to me then 'cause of him
You could've told me what they all did to you
I could've told you sooner on all the things I did to myself when they all weren't there
Other people—
they all can **** themselves on what they deserve
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 7:29 AM UTC
The sea rose,
a basswood tree
restlessly kept;
perhaps, in due time,
won’t it fall?
It’s wood,
perhaps,
it would.
Jul 15, 2025
Jul 15, 2025 at 3:15 AM UTC
I was tied to the train tracks.
For all the horrible things I didn’t do?
I had a small knife.
What’s the point?
It’s dull.
I could try,
but it’d be endless.
It started as a rumor, that morning.
By my last class, gym,
it was the fourth time they pushed me.
What’s the point of getting back up
if it’s dulled to happen again?
I’d let them,
especially him,
crush my skull until I died.
The funny thing is,
the rumor was true.
I did have a crush on him.
I was just a boy.
Jul 12, 2025
Jul 12, 2025 at 1:34 AM UTC
when we taxonomically
think about the world
we become blind
to our humanity
May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 7:24 AM UTC
I shouldn’t have opened the box,
because Hope was forced to hope for all evil.
I shouldn’t have checked to see if the cat was dead or alive;
it wasn’t—the hammer didn’t hit—but it starved to death.
I shouldn’t have replaced all my ship’s parts,
now I have two, but the original is still broken.
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 6:58 PM UTC
I keep pretending that you don’t want me,
Because that would be a reason to stay.
So if I find a reason to leave, I’ll be gone
By golden hour, without a message or note,
Without even any goodbyes.
May 11, 2025
May 11, 2025 at 3:38 AM UTC
The glimmer in your eye
doesn’t shine the way I remember.
There’s still kindness in your gaze,
but it feels hollow.
Your eyes look worn,
like you haven’t slept in years.
Do you even remember
who you are?
Still I give you the coffee
that you might love more than me.
So I can sleep next to you
while you stay up at night.
May 7, 2025
May 7, 2025 at 3:00 AM UTC
You look better when I close my eyes.
Because I’m a horrible person
a horrible person who still thinks of her when I’m with you.
Yet again, when I’m with her, who I was gets lost.
because honestly, I was broken
—She broke me—
I am broken, but you’ve seen me as whole.
May 4, 2025
May 4, 2025 at 5:16 AM UTC
I want to annotate your margins with my mouth.
Then I wanna arch you, till your spine curves.
I’ll take your pretty cover off and touch your soft paperback.
To affirm the words you wrote to me,
So forth, I’ll even say: And I, you.
So I, so you; so much.
You’re so then, such a good girl.
I’d use you and reuse you, maybe even never, ever let go.
You make me turn to our next chapter.
So, I do.
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 1:14 AM UTC
If I shot at a number line,
The chance of hitting it exactly would be 0,
Because a line made only of points has no width,
And points themselves have no size.
So it is impossible to pick a specific point.
So if I had, or did, shoot my shot,
I’d have no chance,
Because she is only his,
And he is hers.
So it is impossible to shoot my shot at her.
Apr 29, 2025
Apr 29, 2025 at 2:11 AM UTC