I’ve been starving in love.
Not the kind of hunger that rumbles in your belly,
but the kind that lives behind your ribs
the kind that hums at night
when the world gets quiet enough
for your loneliness to sound like thunder.
See, I’ve been dining on the echoes of what used to be,
licking the residue of your affection off my fingers,
pretending that crumbs of attention
can fill the hollowness that your distance carved into me.
You used to feed me words that tasted like warmth,
sentences so tender they melted on my tongue,
and I believed that was nourishment.
Now I’m chewing on silence
and it doesn’t go down easy.
You ever been so hungry for love
that even the memory of it feels like a meal?
Like, I can still smell you in the air,
still taste the laughter we left unfinished,
but it doesn’t feed me anymore.
It just teases
like standing in a kitchen full of your favorite food
but the stove’s off,
and the recipe’s lost,
and all you’ve got left is the ache of what could’ve been.
I’ve learned that starvation doesn’t always mean dying.
Sometimes it just means waiting.
Waiting for someone to notice the emptiness in your eyes
and ask,
“When’s the last time you were full?”
But you don’t ask.
You don’t see how I ration my words now,
how I cut my vulnerability into bite-sized pieces,
afraid to serve too much,
afraid you’ll push away from the table again.
I’ve begged the moon for scraps of your light,
let my heart become a stray dog
circling the door of your indifference,
tail tucked,
hope trembling.
And still
I wait.
You ever love somebody so much
you forget what being fed feels like?
You call the hunger devotion,
you call the ache poetry,
you call the emptiness us.
But I’m done fasting for love
that doesn’t feed me.
I want a love that sets the table,
that serves honesty and tenderness hot,
that doesn’t let me starve in silence
while calling it patience.
Because I deserve to be full.
Not bloated with promises
but nourished by presence.
Fed by truth.
Satisfied by someone who knows
that love isn’t meant to leave you starving
it’s meant to taste like home.
Oct 8, 2025
Oct 8, 2025 at 9:45 PM UTC
All I ever hear
is how things must go your way—
your house, your rules,
your walls to contain whatever this is.
A home, perhaps, but only if I fit
into the shape you’ve carved from stone.
Intimacy arrives when it suits you,
a visitor, unannounced,
knocking at the edges of my longing.
And dates? They bloom in the garden of your convenience,
flowers that wilt as quickly as they appear,
leaving me wondering if I am meant
to tend them alone.
And me?
I am a shadow in the corner,
waiting for you to notice the ache in my voice,
the weight of my unspoken needs
that pile up like stones at my feet.
I wonder if you see them,
if you even care to ask
why I stand here, unmoving,
while your world spins on its axis.
What do I need?
What do I want?
The questions rise like smoke,
thick and choking,
but you never inhale their meaning.
Instead, they linger in the air,
unacknowledged, unanswered—
a ghost haunting this fragile connection.
I wonder,
if I spoke louder,
would you hear me?
If I screamed, would the echo
reach the place where your heart should listen?
But no, silence has become my language,
the only words left to speak.
And so, I stand here,
in the space between your terms and my yearning,
wondering if love should feel this one-sided,
if this is how compromise dies,
drowned in the sound of your voice
and the absence of mine.
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 8:51 PM UTC
The moon is on fire,
The earth is on fire,
Her hair is on fire,
Her body, is on fire,
I wanna put it all out, but I can't touch her,
I can't kiss her anymore, I can't feel her anymore, I can't look at her anymore, because it hurts,
It all hurts,
We gave and we took and we loved and we broke
A quick bump up the nose, straight to hell and never looking back,
I wonder what it was that made her never look back,
Was it the ring slipped off her finger or was it the abuse that still lingered,
I leaned in quick to kiss her and I swear not a single force on earth could stop the trembling in her fingers
Eyes like a hawk,
Eyes blood shot,
Eyes with tears in the dark,
Eyes with locks,
Eyes that'll tear you apart,
She's seen some ****,
I just wanna know who it was that played the part,
Who shot the arrow, who turned the lights off,
Who didn't give a **** when a single **** was all she could've ever needed,
Who cut the circulation, who choked her enough to never let another breathe near her,
Who stole her
I've lived so uncomfortably, darling comfort me,
Comfort me,
Look at it in its face,
Stare at its eyes,
Smell it,
Taste it,
Love it,
Hate it,
Become everything it's afraid of,
Become everything it loves,
Be weary of it,
Embrace it,
Think about it,
Think less of it,
Trust it,
Never trust it,
Never **** it,
Never,
**** it
I'm exhausted,
My head is cloudier than the thunderstorms you made,
My teeth are yellow from pack after pack of cigarettes,
I'm exhausted,
My liver hates me more than my grandfather hated running out of alcohol,
I can't tell anyone that I love them,
Heaven forbid I trust anyone,
I can't stop apologizing,
I'm exhausted,
I can't keep my bandages on,
I can't clean my blood up,
I'm exhausted,
I'm never satisfied, I don't know how to be, and I so badly want to be tough
Come back to bed, you're thinking too much
Dec 9, 2024
Dec 9, 2024 at 6:13 PM UTC
There's a distance growing between us,
a quiet space where words used to be.
Your eyes don't meet mine as often,
and your laughter seems miles away.
I lie awake, wondering,
if your heart has found another path.
Is there someone else
drawing your smile, your attention?
I notice the small things,
a text you quickly hide,
a name you casually mention,
and my heart clenches in response.
Is my mind playing tricks
or is it truly someone else?
I wish I could ask you
but fear holds my tongue
and there's also a knowing
that you will dance around honesty
Each day, we move further
apart from one another
love is slipping through our fingers...
Jun 14, 2024
Jun 14, 2024 at 12:34 PM UTC
I don't desire a woman whose presence is as common as the air we breathe, whose essence is diluted by the multitude of admirers begging for her attention.
I seek a rare gem,
A woman whose allure is as enigmatic
as the depths of the ocean, her mystery captivating
and her charm unparalleled.
I crave a companion whose company is a privilege,
earned through genuine connection and mutual respect, not handed out freely to any passerby.
Give me a woman whose beauty is not measured
by the number of suitors at her door,
but by the depth of her intellect,
the strength of her character,
and the fire in her soul.
In that rarity lies her true allure,
a treasure to be cherished
not a prize to be won in a game of chance.
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 9:50 PM UTC
Surrender your body to me.
Bare body pressed against the brick wall
Hands tied overhead
Hair pulled back
Your body so warm and hot
Feel my ice cold kisses on your shoulders
My wet tongue running up your neck
Feel the red imprints of my hands on your ***
Moan for me ever so slightly
Beg me for more
Beg for me to never stop
Shutter at the feeling of my hands on your *****
Bite those pink lips at the pleasure of
my teeth markings on your body
Surrender yourself to me
Let me toss you on fresh sheets
Spreading your legs apart
Gently placing my hands on your slit
Rubbing slowly against soaked laced *******
Tongue tied in your body
Feed me your taste
Fill me with the flavor of your honey
Grip my head with your legs
Watch me explore your valley
Stare at me with such intense eyes
As I climb up tracing every curve with my velvet tongue
Wrap your glistening legs around my waist
Take me in until you can no longer go
Grip the sheets, head tilted back
Claw at my body
I'll guide you along the line between pain and pleasure
Surrender yourself to me
Let's explore our pleasures together
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 8:38 PM UTC
I want to unlove you.
To peel away each memory,
every whispered word, and trace of your touch that clings to my skin like a shadow.
I want to unweave the moments we shared, unraveling the fabric of our time together
until there's nothing left
but threads of what once was.
To scrub my heart clean of your imprint,
to erase the echoes of your laughter
that haunt the corners of my mind.
I want to unlove you so thoroughly
that the void you left
becomes a distant, forgotten echo,
a faded photograph in the album of my past.
But in this pursuit of unloving,
I find that every attempt stitches you deeper into my soul,
where love once blossomed
and now bittersweet memories take root.
Jun 5, 2024
Jun 5, 2024 at 8:16 PM UTC
quiet moments of the night, beneath the shimmering glow of the moon, I find myself enveloped in a sense of longing, a yearning to reconnect with the roots that bind me to the earth. As an Afro-Indigenous soul, I am a child of two worlds, yet I feel the weight of disconnection pressing upon my heart.
The wind whispers secrets to me, carrying echoes of ancestors long gone, their voices mingling with the rustle of leaves and the song of the night. I listen intently, eager to learn the stories of those who came before me, to understand the wisdom they left behind and the legacy they entrusted to my care.
But in the midst of this longing, I feel a sense of displacement, as if I am adrift in a sea of unfamiliarity, searching for the shore of belonging. I ache to reclaim the traditions and customs that have been lost to time, to honor the heritage that courses through my veins like a river of memories.
And so, I turn my gaze to the moon, seeking solace in its gentle radiance, knowing that it too has witnessed the struggles of my ancestors and the triumphs of their spirit. In its luminous embrace, I find the courage to embark on a journey of rediscovery, to chart a course back to the roots from which I have been severed.
For in the quiet of the night, when the world falls silent and the stars shine bright, I find the courage to reconnect with the land that bore me and the people who came before. And though the path may be long and winding, I walk it with determination, guided by the whispers of my ancestors and the gentle caress of the wind.
May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 9:26 PM UTC
The weight of regret settles heavy upon the shoulders of those who have shattered hearts in their wake. Like ripples in a pond, the consequences of their actions spread far and wide, touching lives in ways they could never have imagined. Karma, that unfathomable force of the universe, has a way of balancing the scales, of bringing about justice in its own time.
For those who have broken hearts, karma is a relentless teacher, offering lessons in empathy and understanding. It whispers reminders of the pain they inflicted, urging them to confront the consequences of their actions with humility and grace. They may find themselves on the receiving end of rejection, abandonment, or betrayal, forced to reckon with the same emotions they once callously disregarded.
Yet karma is not merely punitive; it is also a catalyst for growth and redemption. Through the trials and tribulations it brings, those who have broken hearts have the opportunity to evolve, to cultivate empathy and compassion where there was once indifference. They may come to understand the depth of their own actions and vow to tread more gently upon the hearts of others in the future.
In the end, karma serves as a reminder that we are all interconnected, that the pain we inflict upon others reverberates within our own souls. It is a call to mindfulness, to consider the consequences of our actions before we act, and to strive for kindness and integrity in all that we do. For in the dance of karma, every step we take echoes throughout eternity, shaping the world in ways both seen and unseen.
May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 8:09 PM UTC
In a room full of people, I often feel like a ghost. Conversations swirl around me, vibrant and alive, yet I remain on the periphery, an observer to lives that seem effortlessly connected. There’s a hollowness in being overlooked, a quiet ache that settles in the spaces between words left unsaid.
I move through my days wearing a mask of normalcy, my thoughts a labyrinth that few care to navigate. Eyes glance past me, uninterested, unseeing. I wonder if they sense the depth beneath the surface, the complex landscape of my inner world. But no one asks, and I remain a solitary island in a sea of faces.
The longing to be seen, truly seen, is a silent plea I carry within. To have someone pause, look beyond the facade, and recognize the nuances that make me who I am. I crave that connection, the feeling of being known and understood, yet it remains elusive, a distant star in a vast, indifferent sky.
In the quiet moments, I wrestle with my invisibility, the weight of it pressing down. I yearn for the validation of a gaze that lingers, a voice that says, "I see you." But until then, I navigate the shadows, hoping that one day, someone will see through the veil and acknowledge the person hidden within.
May 24, 2024
May 24, 2024 at 5:40 PM UTC