Faces are beautiful, like footprints of memory. A scent is nostalgia, but softer, less bittersweet. Touch is a flower that keeps blooming, always reaching for more bees, even knowing they might sting.
People are bodies that remember, live, and feel. They smile, frown, cry, get angry, laugh, sleep, dream, need, and want. Humans are awfully precious… though some beg to differ.
Yes, some are bad, vile, and disgusting—but they were once babies, with no clue of what they would become, sleeping in their dear mother's arms.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 5:00 PM UTC
I still feel love
even though the world keeps turning strange,
like something in my soul
never learned how to go away.
Maybe it’s because
I met you in a moment
that felt like a story
God already wrote.
I was lost before—
quiet, hiding, pretending,
smiling while my heart
was breaking in places
no one could see.
You called my name
like it mattered,
like I wasn’t just another person
passing through.
And suddenly,
life didn’t feel so empty.
I wanna say I’m healed,
but truth is—
I’m still struggling inside,
still learning how to breathe
without holding everything tighter
than it needs to be.
Some nights, I lie awake,
replaying yesterday,
every word, every look,
wondering if I got it wrong again.
But then I hear your voice—
soft, steady, real—
reminding me I’m not alone here.
And I remember:
even broken things
can be reborn.
Even pain can fade.
Even a heart like mine
can be saved.
So I wait—
not perfectly, not always well—
but with something like hope
lingering near.
Because love,
real love,
doesn’t leave.
It stays.
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 4:59 PM UTC
The day before everything feels too much,
no one will know,
because you got good
at hiding how you feel.
You’ll laugh, you’ll talk,
you’ll say goodbye
to people who never knew
you were struggling inside.
But there’s a moment—
quiet, small—
where something in you hesitates,
where staying is still possible.
Because the truth is,
there are people who love you
more than you realize.
Your mom would hold you tighter,
your sister would still need you,
your story still matters
more than this one moment.
And maybe one day you’ll see it—
the light they talk about,
the one that’s been in you
all along.
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
I look in the mirror
and I don’t see what you see.
I wish I could—
I just want to be free.
Free from this hate,
from the voice in my head
that calls me things
I wish I never said.
You say I’m pretty,
you say I’m enough,
but all I see
feels broken and rough.
I don’t know how
you see me that way,
but I wish I could see it
just for one day.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
The day before you take your life
no one will know
Because you got good at hiding how you feel
You'll say your goodbyes to people who never cared to notice
The day you take your life
it'll be 3:05am and you will contemplate
But in the end the reasons to go are stronger than the
ones that there are to stay
The day after you take your life
Your mom will cry
and ask God "Why?"
Your sister will go to school because being strong
is better than being weak, she thinks
And she still won't know how to braid her hair
Because you never taught her
Your dad won't know because
he wasn't in your life
But when he does
He'll hate himself for being a part of your reasons
He'll cry for the years he missed
and will never get back
The day of your funeral
Everyone you know and love will be there
and they'll say how much of a light you were,
if only you felt that light inside.
If only you knew how many people loved you.
Maybe you'd still be here.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 1:28 PM UTC
(Words in brackets) are the feminine voice while uncovered is the masculine.
I came home
(Lip stick on your collar!)
she got trite
(hootin' and a holler, holler!)
I know I'm right.
(Please, don't even bother!)
I don't want to fight.
(Well tell that to your lover!)
She's got hysteria
sits just to glare at 'cha
Oh, she's hysterical
she needs a medical
You really think
(I'd like to think I do...)
That you're the only one?
(Please, say it's not true)
Because I am all man
(And all a rat)
What did you say?
(Don't grab me like that!)
Screaming like a banshee until I can't hear
It's not her time of the month it's her time of the year
Why can't she get it through her one good ear?
If she doesn't like it, she can get outta here.
She's got hysteria
sits just to glare at 'cha
Oh, she's hysterical
she needs a medical
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:12 PM UTC
You’ve been there since day one,
You make me wanna run—
Not away, not to play,
But to hug you one day.
I want you to be mine,
You make me wanna rhyme.
I love you more than I can tell,
Like our story fits too well.
Maybe we’re meant for more than friends,
But sometimes all you do is pretend.
Still, I picture you waiting down the aisle,
’Cause you’re the reason I smile.
I’ve been waiting for you for a while.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:08 PM UTC
I had a dream of you last night, Mia,
Where I got to say
How much I love and miss you
Each and every day.
They say time is a healer,
But the pain won’t fade away.
I know you’re free from hurt now,
And we’ll meet again someday.
I miss your voice, your laughter,
The way you said my name,
I’d give anything for one more moment
To feel that love again.
So until that day comes, Mia,
Goodnight, be free.
Sleep well until we meet again,
With all my love, from me.
my best friend mia
1/27/2012 -12/9/25
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 4:22 PM UTC
in my dream, i eat dinner with your family. except, they don’t look like your family until you sit down across the table. then, they all grow faces: your mom, your dad, and your three brothers. their wives are also at the table and, when you say mrs. kennedy, we all turn to look at you. now you look at me like i just grew a face, too, then at my hands; i have a diamond ring on every finger of each hand. you grab me by the elbow and drag me away from the table. you pull out a flipbook of all the girls you’ve slept with, all tall brunettes like me. then there’s actually me, on my back and on my knees and on top of you. look, you finally admit, *i only wanted to **** you*. i wake up.
in my next dream, we eat lunch at a table outside with your children. there are four of them: a tall japanese boy, a little black girl, and a set of freckled, white fraternal twins. they are all named john, like your father, even the girls. the boy twin is on a leash but, when he tries to run into oncoming traffic, you let him. they’re not really your kids, anyway. they’re the babies your ex’s carried to term to try to make you stay. it didn’t work, you say, like it’s something to be proud of. i don’t want to have your kids, anyway, i am reminding you, when the boy comes limping back screaming mommy. i wake up.
in my last dream, you eat breakfast in bed with your new girl. she smiles with her entire mouth. her face is stuck like that, top teeth cemented to bottom teeth. she laughs at your jokes through the enamel. wanna go for round two? you ask and she answers you like yeth. she gets on her knees and you push her head down to **** you off, your **** banging against those teeth. open up, babe, you say, open up. she can’t. i sleep through the night.
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 2:42 PM UTC
I was infatuated with you in another life
and by “another life” I mean
last week.
There wasn’t much between us, but
you are the only one who’s ever made me wet
without touching me.
So, it was good to see you
and it is good to see you
and it will probably always be good to see you
the way it’s always good to see the sun.
Sunlight brings my freckles out,
but it makes your entire body glow
until you’re the brightest thing in the room,
the center of the universe for the day.
But I’m a Cancer, baby.
Like the moon,
I revolve around the earth,
not the sun.
Not you.
So why can’t I look at you
without feeling like I missed out on something?
Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 2:39 PM UTC