What felt warmer, I cannot tell —
your hand resting on my cheek,
or the cold wind biting my skin
where my favorite stranger
froze us in time.
What felt safer, I cannot tell —
the way you held me tight that night,
or sitting beneath vast glass windows at an airport,
in an unfamiliar country,
as the last light of day
painted itself across my skin.
What felt deeper, I cannot tell —
the night you pored out your heart to me,
or the fjords I saw from the plane,
that stole my breath
as we descended into the
clouded city.
And I lied — three times.
Feb 2
Feb 2, 2026 at 11:41 AM UTC
I grab you by the collar, shouting: ‘Help me!’, like you can end the pain.
You stand calmly,
looking at me with the same serene gaze,
saying nothing.
Through tears,
I try to look deeper into your eyes and realize—they aren't serene. They never were.
They are tired.
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 5:51 AM UTC
I found my sanctuary
In the bottomless, raging sea.
I sank as I grew weary —
Reached its bottom with my bare feet.
Free of motion,
Evading commotion,
Ceasing devotion,
Dreading demotion.
This is a resignation;
I serenely grow my gills —
Neither weakness nor damnation,
Just a soul worn out from flotation.
Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 10:07 AM UTC
I have oceans to spill
Of emotions I feel,
Of thoughts to share
And no basin to fill.
I filled the lagoon or two,
Bearing graceful names,
Now I'm sentenced to ink
And paper's word games.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 5:45 AM UTC
Tell me while I still breathe —
What do you really want from me?
Is there something you need?
What do you get from my agony?
How can you pierce my heart,
Then twist the blade within my chest,
Then tear me completely apart
And still — not find your rest?
What evil force could this command?
It must be from the tenth circle of hell.
What amount of darkness in your hand
Would wish me anything but well?
Out of pure pity, I care for you...
And wonder when will you be whole,
Cause now I know — the things you do,
You do to have control.
That's the beast that feeds your soul,
You are more broken than I'll ever be.
But there's a way out from that abysmal hole,
If only this truth you'd be able to see...
You are as big as little you are.
It's hard to understand it from afar...
But the moment you admire even a little star,
You will know — you're not that far.
Jul 7, 2025
Jul 7, 2025 at 11:41 AM UTC
A fuel that drives me:
_fear —_
That a decades-long novel,
etched into the riverbeds of my veins,
might be erased by
a single chapter's
acid rains.
Jul 6, 2025
Jul 6, 2025 at 2:20 PM UTC
I can't trust you,
To whom "I love you"
Has nothing to do
With the things you do.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 2:47 PM UTC
It is downright lame
How you put all the blame
On me, whose only aim
Is not to fan the flame
That you still cannot tame.
You kinda love this game.
You shout while I remain
Silent, but it's in vain —
You nonetheless act insane.
Don't you feel the shame?
Yet I'm the one who came
To you, but now I claim:
I will not stay the same.
Right here,
right now —
I break the chain.
Jul 5, 2025
Jul 5, 2025 at 1:07 PM UTC
With trembling fingers, I lift the lid of the inkwell.
A strong gust of wind flings the wooden window open.
_...that escapes my notice._
Deep inhale — sharp scent of ink pierces my senses.
I'm disturbed by how profoundly she understands me.
_The old, open window screeches._
Am I losing my mind? No one has ever wept alongside me.
I sink the nib into that small vessel, into which, somehow, all my bitterness has been poured.
_The freezing cold gnaws at my right cheek, seeping into my skin._
Reality hits me.
I toss the pen aside in disbelief.
I look to my right, toward the open window I just now noticed.
I get up and shut it.
Uneasily, I turn slowly to face _her_, and I stare — speechless.
_"So you were a lie as well."_
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 5:55 PM UTC