Hold my hands through the dark,
Frightened by the silence,
While the moon crescents its dear pearl face,
While murmuring a hidden tale.
Hold my heart in times of anxiety,
While the nightmare fuels my hollow brain,
And the void seems to avoid the pain, and
Those fantasies aren’t always as bright as the sun dreams to be.
Hold my hand during a movie,
Sing songs in your adorable voice,
And strum your new guitar while humming old tunes.
Argue over stupid things and accidentally break things made of glass,
And laugh during the winter cold.
Hold me tight when things hurt and go wrong,
When my mother isn’t there to tell me right from wrong.
Caress my smooth arms,
And share the pink lemonade I’ve learned to cherish.
Hold my hands when we make it to the altar, saying “I do,”
And kiss my soft red lips,
And cry through those beautiful brown eyes.
Slice the cake and offer me the first piece,
Drive in the car that says “Just got married!” and honk the horn.
Fly in a plane with me,
Eager for our honeymoon,
And kiss me a thousand times while laughing.
Live the moments and be joyous,
Because all I want in life
Is to spend it with you.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
The farther our hearts and voices drift apart,
The more longing my soul becomes.
Entangled in your heavenly forest,
where gaps of sunlight burn my deep brown eyes.
I cannot simply lie in the grass for too long,
waiting for a messenger to come,
to unlock my tangles
and dreamlike auroras
that paints my mind
In the absence of your arrival.
Hold me in my daydreams
and smile like the sun.
Warm my precious heart
until autumn comes.
Fall like leaves
With summer agone.
Just whisper a word,
And I'll repeat it in the same tone.
Love me.
Caress me.
Be with me
till days are no longer done.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC
The strings of distant hollows
are hearts and tangencies of reality,
knocking at heaven’s door
With colors we never seem to adore.
The static of greens and reds
truly makes me bleed
into my white robes of fantasy.
The burrowing hands crawl
through my tangent, voidless body
where emotions live and scream,
yet scarcely wither
into my empty mind.
Birds flock to my precious scars,
they peck and nick
Whenever one thing goes wrong.
Love pulls each end of my body
into its weighing gravity,
choosing paths I cannot own
yet cherish so dearly.
Words crumble
yet still linger
within the crumbs of sorrow.
The letting go of someone
who never cared,
Yet was loved so exceedingly.
The nourishment of absent mothers
who never wiped your tears dry.
These things, these feelings,
are one of a kind.
Or maybe not.
Yet no one minds.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 9:58 AM UTC
gaze at me on a sunny day,
While I think my hair is ugly
and my makeup is smudged,
Yet somehow see me
as the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen.
While I think I am too big,
too wrong,
hold me in a way
where gravity stops
And I become the lightest feather in the room.
While I see irregular shapes
and flaws too complex
for such a simple body,
understand me anyway,
and sing words that soothe
my chaotic brain
into silence
with your melancholy voice.
Just see me.
May 21
May 21, 2026 at 4:23 PM UTC
The hand you’ve held now holds scars,
The heart that loved you can’t contain it any longer,
The head you’ve kissed is filled with memories of you,
And the lips you once wanted now dream of that same fate.
The body you once held now wanders on its own,
The girl you hugged still wants you again.
The eyes you looked into now search for revival,
And the distance you created stands like a block between us.
The space you opened now feels exposed and loud,
And it still carries my name when it’s quiet.
What you once saw as love is still willing to open again,
to care again, to hug again, to love again.
Please hold what was ours,
I’ll hold mine,
And maybe we’ll learn to hold it all differently next time.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 4:15 PM UTC
Blurring of lines between the eyes and ties of blood
Splattered thoughts paint my room in hues of purple
with ****** red tints, a hand that twisted everything to bits
My head is dizzy, and everything goes wrong
the constant buzzing of that awful song
That reminds me of the days I was sincerely loved.
Cutbacks and cuts in the scars on my arm
tears that traced my face
and the bumps that never erased.
Sometimes I wish I were someone else
prettier, easier, with a healthier mind
But all I want is something more divine,
A white robe and a smile that gleams far
That actually means something to my tired heart.
Don’t confuse love with hate
because they feel the same when everything blurs,
And light is just the absence of darkness
Yet people never say it that way.
I’ve tried to hum my own tune
But something keeps pulling me toward a tomb.
The place I call home is nowhere
constant talking in my ear, lonesome noise
But it keeps my heart moving, keeps my eyes open,
Self-respect feels far gone
And I don’t know if I care anymore.
About my life, my choices till I bled out because no one can say I love you Outloud to someone who begged so much for it.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 4:47 PM UTC
The pages keep turning,
and the story keeps ending on bad punctuation,
full of emotion and revelation
that never quite settles.
Yet the book doesn’t end.
You do.
And so does your romance.
Lights flicker,
and your heart does too.
Fear slips in, wearing love like a trophy it never earned.
Anger becomes a song—
humming through the brain,
fueling the body just enough to speak.
Sadness pretends to be happiness in disguise,
because burning feels clearer
than being strangely fine.
Open all the locked doors,
not the already open windows.
Stare into the sun,
and let your ears go quiet.
The world deceives,
and you receive
clear misunderstanding.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 8:55 PM UTC
I cry, and I don't care.
I'm confident I'm difficult and ugly, but I just wanna fly away.
I hate my parents.
I don't see them as family, just people who think they're better, yet They're ugly, destroyed, and selfless.
I hate to say it still, I hope death wakes up on their door no ringing And no upcoming, just lie there as I've done before, I'll cut away again Just to feel the pain again, I choke myself out just to see lights again, I'll stab my body over and over just to feel a love that stings.
I jump off a high place to feel free.
I'd run away from the captivity of everything
I hate them, oh how I hate them.
I hope they die and see the fire they've created.
The tongue that's cut and the eyes that were already blind,
Why does love always ignore the thing I only yearn for, cuss me ***** me, curse me.
I dare you, I wanna scream and break apart, destroy the house that was never together.
This home is nothing but a jail of my insanity. I don't care to be sane but safe and loved.
I put too much into people who don't even love me, and
If blood can't love, why search anywhere else?
I hate them, and I don't wanna relive it to tell I wanna end it all,
And it's not devastating its a truth won even if I burn in hellfire and Satan's defile.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 6:04 PM UTC
The boy I hold,
Yet it seems he captured me.
The glances I keep,
the love I yearn for,
The story retold.
Cut, cut, cuts
Cover my soft arms,
The ones that ache
Yet leave no destructive harm.
The blade holds truth to some,
yet makes people run away,
Not so cumbersome
Until the price is paid.
The reach for stars and oblivion,
The tears that sing a song.
Love, love, love
Is fake and untrue,
Yet ruthless in me.
I cannot hide
Nor shut my awful mouth.
Die, die, die
And maybe I’ll cry
Over you again.
Ignore, ignore, ignore,
That’s what you say
Inside your head,
But why, why, why
Leave me here instead?
In the space you call freedom,
I find captivity,
My attention is desperate,
Sad and cruel.
I look in the mirror
I long to avoid.
Open, open, open
The doors for me,
Just one more chance.
I cannot bear this distance
That you call emancipation
From my forcing heart.
So I rush, rush, rush,
And I’ll do it again,
Not to anger you,
But to prove
I really love, love, love you.
Apologies, apologies, apologies,
Yet I never heard them
From your precious lips.
I should’ve, could’ve, would’ve
Been held
In your strong arms.
Again, again, again,
I look up to you,
Dreaming of all the ways
I should change.
But please, please, please
Do not use me.
Hold, hold, hold
The heart you did not choose.
Break, break, break
The hands you did not take.
And stay, stay, stay
Till death do us part,
Because I cannot escape
Your somber attention,
The kind that pulls away
And still expects me to follow.
Pay attention
pay attention
pay attention...
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:37 PM UTC
It was glooming—
static with lines of red, blue, and green,
the colors that make up what we’re allowed to see.
The screams of yearning pass by,
the ache of tears that never fall.
The stars dim,
light unknown,
while the moon crescents its quiet nose.
The pale green sky makes me wonder why
Hurt and pain can’t be taken back.
The voices you hear
Are you—
and the parts of you that stay,
even when they’re cruel.
Life isn’t fair,
And neither are the apples that don’t fall far.
The world is abstract—
painted by a sun that burns and feeds,
chlorophyll and color
That somehow still makes me bleed.
Paint me clean and dry
until tears admit
that anger isn’t real—
But the hurting is.
Tell my mother and father
I would leave them to cry
the way they left me to run,
to ruin the image
of the daughter they planned.
The jokes were never funny,
The arguments never won,
just heat dripping from words
that cut cold in our fists.
The soreness of being alive
lingers.
The world crumbles
under the weight of its own meaning—
of sins, of choices, of us.
Screech my heart apart, I say—
Yet it was already scattered
in the voices lodged deep
in the larynx of other people’s minds.
The world is abstract.
And we are only paintings
of our broken decisions.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 9:17 PM UTC