They say pressure makes diamonds.
Fine.
But here’s my truth:
My peace was forged under
every ******* ounce
of what came before.
May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 11:38 AM UTC
I hope we’ve learned patience.
Not just how to wait,
but how to be in the waiting.
I hope we’ve stayed close
to the people who see us clearly,
and stopped running from the good
before it has a chance to hold us.
For the love of all things good,
please—
stop
holding
back
just because you’re scared
you won’t get it perfect
on the first try.
You are not a god.
No one expects that of you.
I hope we are finally living,
really living—
because I’m tired
of always feeling
like we’re dying
in the name of survival.
Apr 18, 2025
Apr 18, 2025 at 10:47 AM UTC
I don’t think I could ever like my face,
not even on its best day.
It’s the only hall in my life
where you never lost your place.
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 6:54 AM UTC
Do you ever feel like your story is being written for you?
Maybe that’s why I write—
because when I look down, at least I know it’s mine.
How did I get so lost,
so far from what was once so bright?
Page after page keeps turning,
but my pen ran out of ink long ago.
Time keeps passing,
but the story unfolding isn’t me.
Maybe my story was never mine.
Maybe it belongs to someone else.
Maybe I’m just a book collecting dust
on a stranger’s shelf.
Maybe that’s why I write—
so that somewhere, buried in those pages,
there is at least one part
that is undeniably mine.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 1:25 PM UTC
“Make the child fear you. Some people like to say respect is important, but nothing is more respectful than a well-trained child who fears you.”
Ask him how well that turned out.
All cold and alone, while three humans—half of him—walk the earth without a shred of regret
that we will never exchange something as simple as hello again.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 10:05 AM UTC
I fell in love with a boy at 16,
and here is a list of things he taught me:
1.) People who love you will remember the little things.
2.) The people who look the happiest are probably not even a little happy.
3.) No matter how much you love someone, you can’t make them choose you.
4.) People will repeat the same traumas done to them without even realizing it.
5.) If you just lie there and silently cry, it’s over faster.
P.S. I really hope you’re in therapy,
especially now that I see you have a little girl you call your own.
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 9:38 AM UTC
There must be something unseen
woven into your very being.
What else could explain
how, with so much weight,
you still move with such grace?
Like a weightless ballerina on her toes,
dancing across splintering boards,
running amok on the stage—
untouched, unbroken-
At peace
Mar 26, 2025
Mar 26, 2025 at 5:15 PM UTC
I made a home inside you.
And if fate ever tried to tear my home away,
I would salt the ground beneath my feet
Scorch the sky above me
Engulfing everything in its reach,
Until god themselves returns you to me.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 4:04 PM UTC
I made a home inside of you.
It holds the pieces of me I don’t want the world to see,
The parts that I swore held no beauty.
But they are safe with you—
The parts that are loud, unforgiving,
The parts that demand.
As we walk hand in hand through these halls,
You teach me to listen,
To let them be.
“What are they really trying to say to me?”
To see. To be seen.
I made a home inside of you.
It holds the fragile pieces I once hid away.
At first, you softened the walls,
As if you knew how much they mattered—
they were seconds away from shattering.
But not today.
No more shoving them in a box.
“These are the things the world deserves to see”
You say.
And as we unpack them,
You remind me of their beauty.
I made a home inside you.
And if fate ever tried to tear my home away,
I would salt the ground beneath my feet
Scorch the sky above me
Engulfing everything in its reach,
Until god themselves returns you to me.
Mar 25, 2025
Mar 25, 2025 at 2:06 PM UTC