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Jul 10, 2025
Jul 10, 2025 at 7:24 PM UTC
I don’t always say it.
Maybe I don’t know how.
But I’ve been carrying this thank you
in my chest for longer than you know.
Thank you
for being the one who stays,
even when I don’t make it easy.
Even when I act like I don’t notice.
Even when the world feels too heavy
for both of us.
You’ve been here,
steady, solid,
not needing credit,
not asking for attention,
just here.
And I don’t know if you realize
what that’s meant to me.
We don’t have soft words all the time.
We throw jokes.
We call each other names.
You sneak me snacks when no one’s watching.
And I do notice.
Even when I don’t say it,
I notice.
Because love isn’t just the stuff people post online,
or the big words everyone throws around.
It’s this.
It’s you showing up
when you’re tired,
when you don’t have to,
when you could’ve given less but didn’t.
I don’t tell you enough,
but I’m proud you’re my dad.
Not because of the word “dad,”
but because of the way you live,
the way you give,
the way you love.
Thank you for the things you said,
and for the things you didn’t have to say,
because you showed me instead.
I love you,
in all the ways I say it,
and in all the ways I don’t.
Always have.
Always will.
Jun 15, 2025
Jun 15, 2025 at 1:52 AM UTC
you are not broken for feeling deeply.
you are not weak for wanting someone to hold you.
you are not wrong for needing rest before you're ready to fight again.
tonight, the moon is not judging.
it's just watching over you,
a quiet reminder that even when it's only a sliver,
it's still whole.
breathe in.
you’ve made it through every hard night before this one.
breathe out.
you’re allowed to let go, just for now.
nothing else matters tonight.
just you.
just this breath.
just the soft idea that maybe, maybe tomorrow doesn’t have to be so heavy.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 3:51 AM UTC
We weren’t close,
just two names on a team,
a glance in homeroom.
Then she broke
and something changed.
Her words grew softer,
landing like gentle promises
I wasn’t sure were meant for me.
I thought I let go.
But two months later,
a dream held her close
and I woke with a hollow
where I thought I was whole.
Now the silence stretches
across empty days,
and I’m left carrying
what we never said,
a maybe
that never found its voice.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 2:08 AM UTC
Three weeks of pretending
this doesn’t hurt.
Three weeks of folding the same letter,
creasing the same fears.
Three weeks.
Still too much of a coward
to call it love.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 3:55 AM UTC
I hate that I like her
cause I start overthinking everything.
Like did she mean that smile?
Or was it just nothing?
I hate that I like her
cause I replay moments
that probably meant more to me than her.
I hate that I like her
cause I get hopeful when she’s nice,
then confused when she pulls back.
I hate that I like her
cause she makes me feel soft
in a world where I’m supposed to be tough.
I hate that I like her
cause it’s easier to pretend I don’t.
Easier to joke, easier to lie
than to admit she’s the reason
I catch my breath in the hallway.
I hate that I like her.
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
I used to run with reckless grace,
Before I learned to hide my face.
You see me now, but can't you see
I was someone you'd never meet.
I chased the sun, I danced in rain,
Before the world taught me the pain.
You watch from far, not close enough,
To see the girl who wasn’t tough.
If you had known me back in time,
Would you have stayed, or thought me fine?
But now I’m lost in all this noise
The girl I was is just a voice
Apr 21, 2025
Apr 21, 2025 at 5:51 PM UTC
I don’t know how to say this,
but I think I’ve been holding it in too long
I love the nerves.
The way my heart races when you’re near,
how I can’t find the right words,
how I smile too fast,
then look away too slow.
I love the way you laugh,
and how I forget how to breathe
when you catch my eye.
I hate how quiet I get,
like there’s something too big in my chest
to let out.
I’ve been scared to speak,
scared of what it would mean,
but I guess this is me trying,
even if it’s messy.
—You Know Who
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 10:39 PM UTC
You were three feet away.
Back to me,
close enough to reach
but I didn’t.
I couldn’t.
The letter was there,
pressed flat in my hoodie pocket.
The one I rewrote too many times
and still got wrong.
You were just sitting there,
doing whatever it is you do,
and I was watching you like an idiot,
thinking maybe this could be something
if I just gave it to you.
But I didn’t.
Even when you said,
“You got this.”
Even when your voice
was the only thing
keeping me steady in goal.
I wanted to give it to you
after that last game.
Or the day you looked at me
like maybe you knew.
Like maybe you felt it too.
I don’t even know what I was waiting for
a sign?
a moment?
You?
Now it’s just sitting there,
crumpled a little at the edges,
ink smudged where I held it too tight.
You’ll never read it.
And you’ll never know
how much I meant
every word I never said
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 10:22 AM UTC
I hate that I like her
cause i don’t know what my friends would think
especially since her friends mess with my friends,
I hate that I like her
cause I don’t think she likes me,
I hate that I like her
cause my past relationships,
it’s not her fault but
that’s what everyone says,
I hate that I like her
cause what if it does work out and I mess it up,
or what if I make things awkward,
I hate that I like her
cause what if it does ruined the way she sees me,
or what if she never talks to me at all,
or what if she embarrassed me
by telling her friends,
I hate that I like her
cause what if her friends
mess with her cause of me.
I hate that I like her.
Apr 19, 2025
Apr 19, 2025 at 2:25 PM UTC