I remember every last detail about you.
Though I forget,
what I had for dinner last night.
And tbh
I'm trying to forget you
And every I know about you
Because it'll never be useful again.
Ever.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 11:36 PM UTC
There will always be dark of night,
It is a common human plight.
Often it's hard to move throughout the black,
But what you'll find if you keep moving,
A kindling of light,
Never leave behind a dream.
*I miss you
I miss you too*
Life will knock you down,
It seems to be the only thing it really knows,
But in the face of doubt,
Move about,
You will come to find,
It's hard to keep inside the night.
*May I still hold her when the sun dips well bellow the sea
Tell me lord, may I still praise her if there is dark?*
In times of doubt you must stay strong,
Far away from backhanded thoughts,
Never let love waver,
Reinforce it with iron arms,
Be calm with the winds of night,
Condemn this mortal spite.
*Never doubt that I am here,
I will hold you safe from the tendrils of fear.*
But once it's found,
You fear losing this light,
The piece of love you found,
Within the blinded world of now,
Don't be worried
For if you worry it is destined to leave.
I love you,
I love you too.*
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
She lived in my inbox,
a constant pulse of memes and midnight thoughts,
fragments of her days in a city I’d never walked
a movie recommendation
a reminder to sleep early
a nudge to wake up and try again.
Even from miles away
she found a way to stay close
weaving herself into my new routine
as if distance was just another setting
to adjust.
Her life moved forward in photos and captions
shared glimpses of places I could only picture
I watched, I listened, I responded
but slowly, the messages thinned,
the spaces between them stretching wider
until silence settled where she used to be.
Yet
even now,
some nights I still hear her voice in my head:
“Go to sleep early”
as if she’s still looking out for me
somewhere beyond the screen.
Mar 20, 2025
Mar 20, 2025 at 9:32 AM UTC
We met
We talked
We pretended
We laughed
We considered
We agreed
We exchanged
We left
It was like a kiss from a rose
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 3:45 PM UTC
I’m in love with music because of how it makes my body feel
The impulse to twitch a part of me
to let out something i’ve been holding
Twist the floor beneath with my feet
slipping off that care even with others
Pull my head back and forward
Knee hopping in rhythm
Hands feeling up the space
Your voice does the same to me
Mar 15, 2025
Mar 15, 2025 at 9:33 PM UTC