Gather all the broken pieces of me, like shattered glass on the floor, reflecting what once was.
Put me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Give yourself back to me, my heart is missing its lungs.
Tend to the wounds and scars you made me carry.
Help my heart beat again.
My other half, with you I am so utterly broken, yet so incredibly complete.
I can forgive you, just find me, find my soul
before it’s too late,
and put me back together again.
Oct 12, 2025
Oct 12, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
Beloved soul.
Who finds these words.
I wish I could hold your hands
and tell you just how deeply
special you are.
The universe you carry within,
is a gift to share,
even in fragments.
I send you so much love
because you are here for some of
the same reasons as I am.
To be seen, to express your soul
in ways most people
cannot understand.
For me to witness
a glimpse of your experience,
to see the doors of the heart
you keep hidden.
What a honor that is.
Beloved soul, your work is so important.
Thank you for sharing parts of you,
even when you sometimes
forget how extraordinary
they are.
Oct 4, 2025
Oct 4, 2025 at 8:09 AM UTC
Now, you adore me.
When my absence echoes through
every corner,
of every room.
When the longing for me
is so suffocating you are left gasping for air.
When the regret runs like poison in your veins.
Right before you fall asleep,
and the first thing when you wake,
my name lingers next to your ear.
I visit you in dreams so vivid,
your heart breaks a little
each time you open your eyes.
In every place you visit,
you secretly hope to find my eyes
meeting yours.
Each night you turn to the other side of
the bed, the warmth of my body
no longer rests besides you.
You wear regret across your face,
as I’ve worn disappointment across mine.
Now you adore me,
once I’m already gone.
Sep 26, 2025
Sep 26, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
After months apart,
there you were.
In flesh and blood.
You hoped you could
grasp the light
I once gave you.
To fill that cold hollowness
in your chest.
The cure you keep chasing.
You were suffering,
and I realized
you have always been
a tormented soul.
Constantly searching
for the light
you cannot find within.
And after you abused
your only source of it,
you are left gasping,
out of oxygen.
Like a fish above land,
desperately trying to survive,
you choke on the absence of
the light that once carried
your tormented soul.
- My light is no longer
yours to claim.
Sep 24, 2025
Sep 24, 2025 at 11:09 AM UTC
I find my generation incredibly blind.
Eyes fixed on small glowing glass,
forgetting about the endless beauty
of the world before us.
It is a generation of poison.
So I ask to be left with my flowers,
to stroll through botanical gardens.
Leave me with the song of a bird
and the conversations I hold
with the moon.
Leave me to sit beneath a willow tree
for hours, observing the world go by.
Let me write love letters for people
that I will never send,
and for places that touched my heart.
Let me long for a time that existed
before I did. For a time where
everything was real and alive.
A time when the world was
not ignored,
but witnessed.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 11:49 AM UTC
Do you remember our garden?
The one we used to dream about?
We planted seeds and flowers rose from the earth.
Do you remember our garden,
where the birds once sang
and sunlight painted everything gold?
Do you remember what happened to our garden?
What became of our flowers,
our seeds, the birds, the sun?
Perhaps they began to rot after you colored the soil red.
When you stepped over our flowers
and broke the wings of the birds.
I want you to weep for the blood you spilled.
I want you to mourn our garden
and the roots you burned.
I want you to look at the ashes
and let them remind you of the life
you chose to bury.
Do you remember our garden?
The one we used to dream about?
- I still do.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
Wandering across dewy grass,
with the taste of red wine
still burning on my tongue.
My eyes rise up to the stars,
with mistrust,
as though their light had
betrayed me.
I curse them
for ever giving me
a sense of hope.
I tear them down
from the midnight sky and
throw them to the ground.
Damping their light
in the dewy grass
beneath the sole of my shoe.
“There’s nothing left to shine for”
I tell them.
Sep 13, 2025
Sep 13, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
Beneath the layers, there I find you.
Through heavy chains and rusted locks, I search for keys.
Until one by one they yield,
revealing your hidden soul.
At last, you let me break through your heavy walls, and there you are:
The one who always had longed for to be found.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 11:30 PM UTC
Silence settles between you. Her body fades into yours, like a second skin.
The world outside just the two of you, has dissolved. This moment could only be described as the first gentle sunlight after rain.
The light that breaks through the heavens as the sky clears, painting the earth in a soft glow, making everything shimmer.
As you rest in that soft glow, you understand that silence is not empty, but full. And complete.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 10:41 PM UTC