Can you lie next to me?
Confess your love
As well as your hatred
Name the bodies,
name the streets,
name this fear,
people are experiencing
The blood on the news, the quiet in people's mouths
Say i'm clean
Would you still want me
If i wasn't?
Outside the world is so loud
I can feel it
Would it be wrong to want something small
While everything outside burns?
A blank page
and somehow you dare to write on it.
And i allow you to
How selfish
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
The snow falls quieter than memory,
like the sky is afraid to speak.
Five years later
and February still remembers.
The roof is still there.
Still.
As if nothing ever happened,
as if no one stood that high
with too much weight in their chest
and nowhere left to stand.
It was the last time it snowed until now
five years later
Every flake that falls now
feels like an echo
like he comes back
in white, calmness and silence.
I walk through streets that say nothing
but know everything.
My breath hangs in the cold
the way his name once did
in conversations that ended
before they could begin.
Snow covers what hurts,
but it never erases it.
It keeps it.
February and this snow makes me remember.
Because the cold whispers
that he is here,
between the falling snow,
in that moment
where everything stops.
They call it winter.
I call it a curse
that returns every year
Your sister looks at me like im part of before
Our bond will never be the same
But i cling to the snow
It's you saying hi.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 4:16 PM UTC
A drunken salesman
your hearing damage
you say you're getting better
but you dont feel any better
you wish you felt better
they say they didn’t hear it
the static in your voice
authority sounds clearer
when it’s deaf
power survives by not listening
by calling silence recovery
and damage
a private failure
and somewhere in between
you dissapear
your hearing damage
Jan 10
Jan 10, 2026 at 9:01 AM UTC
i wish i could believe
the way that others do
without anger, without questions
without counting the dead or sick
as evidence.
between disbelief
something lingers
faith? desire?
the ache
the hope that i am wrong
but why would this all be created
a world so heavy
a mouthful of diamonds
and a pocketful of secrets
the patterns control my mind
those patterns take away my time
i wish i could believe
i wish i could believe
i wish i could believe
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 10:29 AM UTC