I’m afraid
someone I love
will leave me again.
I’m tired of accepting pain,
of turning strangers into friends
and friends back into strangers,
of watching joyful memories
slowly become something that hurts.
I’m tired
of losing pieces of myself
to people
who once made me feel whole.
Because when I lose
someone I love,
I don’t just lose the person—
I lose so much more.
I lose the songs
we used to call ours.
The places
that once felt warm.
Anything touched by them
starts to feel distant.
And at the end of the day,
people always leave.
It’s just me again
with paper and pen,
unable to write
because the universe
has left me numb.
But I'll have hope,
and continue to love again.
Feb 17
Feb 17, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC
My favourite loser
is me—
the one who tries
to make sure
no one feels left out.
I pull chairs closer,
save seats in conversations,
notice the quiet ones
standing at the edges
the way I always do.
I learn everyone’s stories,
laugh at jokes
I don’t fully understand,
stay a little longer
so someone else
doesn’t feel alone.
And somehow,
in the middle of all that trying,
I become invisible.
The circle closes
just a little too tight,
names are called
and mine is missed,
plans are made
in voices that soften
when I walk near.
In the end,
the one who kept
everyone included
is the one
who gets excluded.
And I smile—
like it doesn’t hurt,
like I’m used to it,
like losing quietly
is something
I’ve learned to do well.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 4:46 AM UTC
Somehow I keep
zoning out
in the loudest places
I could ever be.
Right there—
between crowds that never stop moving,
between laughter that echoes off the walls,
between the most exciting conversations
everyone else seems to belong to.
Words float past me
like music I can’t quite hear,
smiles blur into shapes
that don’t fully reach my heart,
and time slows down
only for me.
I stand in the middle of everything,
yet feel placed
just outside the moment—
like I’m watching life
through a quiet window
no one else can see.
No one notices
how silence grows
inside someone
surrounded by noise.
No one asks
how a mind can wander so far
without taking a single step.
And I don’t know
if I’m searching for peace
or just trying to escape
a feeling I can’t name.
But somehow,
even in the brightest rooms,
even in the happiest noise,
I keep drifting
to a softer, quieter place.
Feb 15
Feb 15, 2026 at 3:09 AM UTC
I kept searching for a home,
in other people, other places.
I was like a playdough,
molding and morphing myself,
into shapes i thought were loveable.
That's what happens when you grow up
feeling like a constant burden.
You learn to disguise yourself as anyone else,
until you become a stranger to yourself.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 5:46 AM UTC
And when death finds me,
I hope it whispers,
"Come now,
the fight is over"
And takes my hand gently,
Like an old friend
Who understands
Why I'm so tired.
I hope it says,
"You've carried enough,
let me hold this weight for you"
I hope it promises
"Here there is quite.
Here you can rest."
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 5:45 AM UTC
Some of us were born into houses
cursed by our parents'
rage and sadness.
Our monsters weren't in our closets
they were in the kitchen,
the living room,
the bedroom.
They watched us go
to school in the mornings
and we tip toed around them
at night.
Its hard to feel safe in the world
when you were raised
in a haunted house.
Jan 14
Jan 14, 2026 at 5:22 AM UTC
I hate how easily tears come,
how my breath tightens in my chest,
how every time I cry,
it feels like i can't breathe.
I hate how my heart aches so deeply
it feels like it might break me.
I hate how every little thing hurts now,
how the smallest change hits me too hard.
I hate how I’m never enough,
how my friends find better people
and leave like I was never there at all.
I hate how I talk too much
the moment someone finally listens.
I hate who I am everyday
Cause nothing about me feels worthy.
Nov 27, 2025
Nov 27, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
after a breakup
people said move on
that i'd find someone better
they told me to take it as a lesson
something for the future
they said
i didn’t matter to him
as much as he mattered to me
and somewhere, deep down
in the bottom of my shattered heart
he once swore he wouldn’t break
i knew they were right
but how do i tell them
i fell for a sweet, funny boy
who once swore he’d marry me someday?
how do i explain
that no matter how hard i try
i can’t bring myself to hate him?
not a single piece
of my broken heart he left
has been able to forget him
how do i tell them
moving on
feels like betraying him
how do i tell them
i never wanted the lesson?
i just wanted to be
loved by him
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 7:32 AM UTC
How to Get Over Someone You Love
you don’t
not really
you just never get over someone you love
not till you gave all the love you had to give
maybe more than you ever could
till your heart wasn't yours anymore
just a vessel they once called home
till all the love you had got drained
drop by drop
in texts they never answered
in dreams you didn’t ask for
in silences louder than any goodbye
till living felt heavier than it ever could
till breathing became a task to do every day
like something you had to remind your body to do
like staying alive was a promise you never meant to make
till their name felt like a wound, not a word
till every call ended in silence that stayed
till their voice lived in your headphones
but never in the space beside you
till sleep became the only peace
and even that lied
offering dreams that left you emptier
than waking ever could
till songs you once loved
became unbearable noise
till you couldn’t tell where they ended and you began
till your reflection looked like a stranger grieving someone
no one else could see
till time moved on
but you stayed behind
a version of yourself
still waiting for a door to open
one that already closed
till letting go felt like betrayal
till forgetting felt like a crime
till you forgot who you were before them
and the person you are now doesn’t recognize the light
till you realize
love isn't always enough
and sometimes
not even yours to keep
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 6:57 AM UTC
I wish love were mine to write
I wish I wrote about a pair of dark brown eyes
staring into mine
like they were the only thing he'd ever seen
About how he hugged me until I was breathless
how with him living wasn't a burden
I wish love found me
the hard and forever kind of love
the kind that never ends never gets lost
I wish there were arms to hold me when I cried
or when everything got heavy
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 2:47 AM UTC