I think I’m in love with you
With the way you make me feel
If love were a person
It would be me when I’m with you
I think I’m in love with you
With the way you love so dear
Your heart on your sleeve
I don’t know if it’s only for me
I try to push the feeling down
To shove it in a box
Somewhere far away beyond this town
It sits there and mocks
Laughing as it grows
I try to push this feeling down
To ignore all that it sows
But the way you hold me
Hand me a crown
Makes me feel like maybe
This love can be loud
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:05 PM UTC
Tomorrow is better!
Today was not bad
Yesterday was not poor
This may be a fad
But every cell in my body is screaming
'Tomorrow is another day to be had!'
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 12:04 AM UTC
This is a letter to me
Not another cutesy one
This is a letter yelling at me to BE
To not stop until my cup has been filled
To make manifest the light God has instilled
This is a letter to me
To not shy away from the light
That burns so bright from within
This is a letter to me
Yelling at me to see
That when standing at the edge of time
Seconds stretching between heartbeats
The final grain of sand before I meet my Maker
I’d better turn back and find
The line where expectation and achievement meet
Has been left so far back
The stars are left to reach
For the trail I have left behind
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 11:57 PM UTC
I was born on a bus early in the morning
That’s a lie
I was born on June 14 at 6:32 in the morning on a Sunday
I don’t know when someone likes me
But I’m a sucker for a boy who I know doesn’t
I’m still learning how to talk to people
I talk too much with strangers
Too little with friends
I was born a Gemini, and I’ve been hated ever since
I’ve been told I don’t act how people would expect
They never tell me why
I have so many different versions of me that I don’t know myself
Secretly, I get nervous every time someone really gets to know me
I have an odd fascination with human minds and biology
I assume it’s because people can often do the unthinkable to
others with no remorse
We’re monsters preying on our own kind
You see, friendships often remind me that I’m not afraid of
darkness or tunnels
But I’m scared to death of everything that’s going to happen the
very moment I hit the ground unfinished
When I’m not yet done my story
I’m clumsy
Yesterday, I tripped over my fears
Landed on my hope and it shattered like a broken heart after
being asked the question: “Are you ok?”
I’ve never been the best but I have this voice in my head
Waiting to beat me up the moment I stop swimming
I know this sounds weird but I wonder what my bathroom mirror
says about me when I’m not around
After I tell it all the things I should be saying to real people
Hi, my name is Aseem
I enjoy running, overthinking, and my best friend
But I don’t tell her everything that’s wrong as often as I should
I have solar power stability
And a battery-operated brain
My hobbies include:
Editing my personality
Hiding behind my smile
And trying to convince those around me that I’m someone worth
talking to
You see, I don’t know much, but I do know this:
I know my story isn’t over yet
And I know that God is watching over me
Cheering from the bleachers
Willing me to keep going
I was born on a bus early in the morning
But after everything you know about me now
You already know that’s a lie
Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 11:44 PM UTC
I’ve never lost a limb before
Never had to feel the pain
Of losing a part of myself
That’s been engraved in my core
They say it turns into a ghost
Creeping around you
Refusing to part from its host
But that it’s all in the mind
As it hangs on to its pieces
Now spread out, broken, and few
They say it feels like fire and ice
Rushing through the veins
That are now nothing but sliced
That the mind feels the pain
Of each
And every
Vein
Each and every bone
Muscle
And joint
They call it a phantom limb
A part of you that once was
But now only comes out
when the sky is dim
I’ve never lost a limb before
Never had to feel the pain
Of losing a part of myself
That’s once been engraved in my core
But I don't feel that way anymore
Because losing my other half
Losing a part of me that bonded to my soul
Skipped with my heart
And travelled with my mind
Doesn’t have to be a limb
It can be a person
My favourite person
No it’s not a sibling
Or a cousin
Or even a school friend
It’s a best friend
Who wanted more than just that
A leg that wanted to write
Or a hand that wanted to walk
A best friend
Who wanted so much more
Than I could give
So instead
We both split right down the middle
And all I was left with
Was the letters e-n-d
And a whole new understanding
Of a phantom
Limb
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 7:37 PM UTC
I Think You’re perfect
I think you’re perfect
If perfection were a person
It’d have your smile and your eyes
Your kindness and your “hi!”’s
I think you’re perfect
If they framed the sunrise and put you right next to it
I don’t think anyone would be able to tell the difference
They’d swarm you like the Mona Lisa
Wanting the perfect photo
Not knowing that I’ve already tried and it’s driven me loco
I think you’re perfect
If Michelangelo made your statue
It’d have to be hidden from public view
Because every boy would end up single
After his girlfriend sees you
I’d have to put up a fence
A bright red wall
Fending off all others who see you and try to call
I wouldn’t mind
No, I’d build the wall past the clouds if it meant you’d be mine
I think you’re perfect
Like finally fitting the last piece of a puzzle
All 100,000 pieces put together
After 3 weeks of consistent effort
Like that one puzzle piece missing from my heart
Finally found and completed after the first “hello”
After a lifetime of being apart
I think you’re perfect
Even your mirror can’t do you justice
I’ve tried finding one that works
They’re all too broken to even try
I can see it all so clearly
But explaining it is impossible and my brain can’t even comply
But it’s like asking a someone to explain God in real life
Because that’s what you are
God’s perfect image
You’ve raised the bar
All from a small-town village
I think you’re perfect
I’ll say again
I shout it from the rooftops
I’ll write in red pen
I think you’re perfect
I know I’ve said it before
But there are no words that can do you justice
No artist that can capture your true image
No flower that can compare to your beauty
And no other who can love you so dearly
I think you’re perfect
If you could see yourself the way I see you
You’d understand how much I meant it when I say
I love you
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 6:10 PM UTC
They say time is money
I find that funny
Because I spend all of mine
On you
Hoping one day
I can call you “honey”
And kiss you till my day becomes sunny
Regardless of the bills
I stash it all in my till
So I can watch you smile
As my camera roll begins to pile
One on top of the other
My phone laughs at me
As I download another
Another photo
Regardless of the fee
Because the joy you give me
Sets me free
The taxes I pay
Become irrelevant when it’s with you that I lay
It’s kind of tax evasion in a way
When no one knows the hours I spend on you
Because it’s all in my head
And even the IRS doesn’t know what’s due
At times like these
I wonder if that’s the case with you
Do spend all your time on me
Even when I’m not there to see?
Or do you have another
With whom you feel free?
While I just sit here
Ruing the fact that I’m still lonely!
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 6:09 PM UTC
Dear future husband
You can stop now
It’s beginning to feel like I’ve sinned
You can stop praying to God
Hoping I never find someone
For whom I grow fond
You can stop prowling around
Refusing to be found
Refusing to make a sound
As you watch me
Cry myself to sleep
Wondering why I’m not someone’s fantasy
Dear future husband
You can stop can now
It’s beginning to feel like
I’m someone who just can’t find the right one
That I’m someone who’s turned into a running pun
Staring you in the face
Unlovable with or without preface
Dear future husband
Please stop
Even God’s inbox is filled to the top
Each letter dedicated to me
With your prayers singing their melody
Pleading that I never find another
Who’s willing to be my lover
Dear future husband
I get it
It’s hard
Knowing I might find someone
Wanting to go the long run
Laughing as we have our fun
I get it
It’s hard
I think about it too
But if I don’t find you soon
At least
Let me look at the stars
Before I find my moon
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 6:02 PM UTC