My little finger
taps unconsciously
as my thoughts wander
to the warmth of your hand
An electric shiver
runs softly
down my spine.
Then my awareness returns
to my little finger
resting once more
Besides the cold air
leaving me trembling.
I close my eyes
and hold
my own cold palm
with my hand
Thinking of your eyes
inside my mind.
13h ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 10:18 AM UTC
As I read your words,
I wish I could reach through this screen
to hold your shaking hand.
Because no matter how poetically I write something,
or how lovingly I stare at your eyes,
I don't think you could comprehend how completely obsessed
I am with you.
You have to say it a million times
because you think the quiet,
means I'm slipping away.
But listen to the space between my breaths:
I am here.
You cannot lose me even if you tried.
And believe me when I say
You give me butterflies by just reaching for my hand.
This love isn't a tightrope
we aren't going to fall off.
We are standing on solid ground
created by the way
we laugh at nothing at all
or the way
our eyes meet
in a room with hundreds of others.
or the way
we communicate how much we care
through poetry.
How long will it take for you to notice?
I am crazy for you.
You are crazy for me.
We aren't unbalanced.
We are equal.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 12:39 PM UTC
The definition
of small talk is:
"An informal, polite type of conversation, typically used between
people that do not know each other very well."
If small talk,
is something that happens
between people that do not know each other very well,
why am I finding myself
sharing fake smiles,
and bringing up classes at school,
or asking "how've you been?",
to someone I once knew so well?
Someone that I didn't even need to
greet
to start a conversation.
Is that normal?
To go from seeing someone
everyday
because you choose to
to struggling to keep speaking?
Isn't small talk is supposed to be easy?
Why are the right words,
always trapped in my throat,
and always too heavy to come out my mouth?
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 10:53 AM UTC
You complain
about how hard it's been
for you.
You have everything I could ever want.
My heart has been ripped in half
and
a word never came out of my smile.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC
Until april… I guess
I don't know why I am writing about this
I really isn't that significant
well
I guess today it is
Because the joyous chorus song became a melancholy tune
And my normally untroubled walk back from lindy
Wasn't all that magical.
And I know in a few weeks I'll see her face again.
I feel like being alone
And I never feel like being alone.
It's just not my personality
But somehow she shapes my personality more than anyone else.
My.
Best.
Friend.
I just wish I had a proper goodbye
But for now
Until april… I guess
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 8:19 PM UTC
And there I was-
barely standing, trembling
My racing heart
concealed by the smile on my face.
Do I run, or fire my gun, or let it be?
My fragile body seemed to shake with each rapid thud
But my eyes said it all.
How come,
through all I've done
This was the scariest moment of my life.
You told me I was blushing,
after you realized the truth.
and when you told me that
I loved you even more.
All I could think in that moment was
this isn't fair.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 7:49 PM UTC
You said
it would be "okay" if we broke up
because we would still be friends.
And I know,
chances are I'm overthinking everything
but I don't like the fact that
for me,
it means
my heart being ripped in half,
and for you,
it just means
"Okay".
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 7:41 PM UTC
You said that
you wished we could be normal
like every other pair.
I hope you know
that even if we're not a Fairytale Couple,
that doesn't mean that you don't make me feel
any less magical.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 1:29 PM UTC
I used to look for a place
to run away
From all of my fears.
A home
That I could call mine.
where I could hide from the heavy rain of opinions
that came crashing down
like meteors on earth.
Before I found you,
I used to think safety meant building walls
thick enough to block out the sun.
But you showed me that home isn't a fortress;
its simply the quiet space between us.
You became the atmosphere
that made those heavy stones burn into ashes
before they could ever touch my skin.
With you, the sky stops falling.
and on my worst days,
I find solace in your arms.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 2:56 PM UTC
It's all happening tomorrow
And I know,
it doesn't need to happen tomorrow
but people say
that pain goes
and the what-if's stay.
And the worst part is,
I don't know how to tell people
that
no
I'm not ok.
I don't know how to tell people
how the butterflies have been eating me from the inside
And only you
can make them stop.
I don't know how to tell people
how
despite what they say
regret would feel better than the way I feel when you leave
Its all happening tomorrow
and here I am
comforting someone
with everything I have
I'm so selfish
because the only reason I'm comforting them
is for them to comfort me
tomorrow.
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 1:41 PM UTC