I remember a little girl, aged five.
She had a naive soul that made her thrive.
Everyone had light within them, she believed.
It was different for every human she would meet.
Some had raging fires internally,
Others borrowed the light from everyone around them, conveniently.
Plenty tried protecting their light from clouds of rain,
Only to see dim embers showing their pain.
It was horrible to witness,
She wanted to close her eyes in protest.
There were monsters that burned everyone with their fire.
Soon, she and her siblings were victims and they began to tire.
It’s hard to look for light when darkness is so easily given.
Stolen, traded, stomped on, and taken.
“Our lights have to be protected!”, she exclaimed.
“It’s not there to take and to maim!”
Perhaps, the naivety we start with needs to go away.
When it comes to our lights, our stance can’t sway.
We share light to those who have learned to care for theirs.
So we have lights and souls working in pairs.
The people that dim our brightness, we can easily find.
We leave every interaction with them and have a little less shine.
Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 2:28 PM UTC
God, this hurts.
It's terrible and heart-wrenching.
To believe the moments we had weren't worth anything.
Or were they?
I have trouble discerning.
I wanted love that didn't make me feel patronized, used, discarded, and broken.
Would it make me happy?
Would it make me feel more alive to be away from you?
Would I find someone that deserves me?
How can I say this respectfully?
Without putting down our moments together?
I hate you.
I hate you so much to the point that I want you out of my life.
To the point I can say "You can die!" ad I wouldn't care.
You made me bare,
all my emotions and time,
while you sat in silence.
This is when I CAN'T remember.
These were the moments I CAN'T surrender.
Therefore, I smile when I look at you but feel like throwing up in a corner.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 4:25 PM UTC
It didn't matter. We didn't matter.
"I saw you and felt nothing."
"I saw...you know...and felt something."
That's what you said to me.
You don't want to keep hurting me.
You didn't want to keep lying.
Those statements didn't make a difference when I confronted you, crying.
"Honestly, you're sick."
Disgust and a sour taste filled my mouth.
Your feelings for me are too intense?
That was the same for me.
Notice how that sentence was in past tense.
You couldn't breathe for a second?
You didn't think about your lapse in judgement?
I'm not asking for the world, which you wouldn't be able to give.
I'm asking for the respect,
r the prospect.
Now I'm here, confused.
Tell me what am I supposed to do?
Hold your hand and be a healer
or slap it away because of fear.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 3:40 PM UTC