the weight of my mouth against yours
until the borders of our skin dissolve entirely
leaving my lips completely undone,
an orphan shape when separated from you
i want to press into that stillness
where breathing becomes a single, shared rhythm
and my own face feels foreign to me
the moment it is no longer anchored to yours
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:02 PM UTC
the stars aligned, the planets spun
and mapped the path for two to run
astrology promised a perfect start
a cosmic match, a mirrored heart
i memorized our rising signs
and trusted all the planetary lines
the cosmos swore our fates were sealed
but the glaring truth has been revealed:
you never read the skies for me
you never felt our destiny
it was a one-way pull, a lonely flight
a quiet ache in the fading light
the planets lied, the charts were wrong
a fiction i was writing long
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 7:31 PM UTC
i step into a room where the light the barely breathes
and the air hums thick with the scent of fresh blood
i search
beneath the bed
inside the closet
along the trembling edges of shadow
until silence answers me
and in that silence i understand
there is only one monster here
and it is the one
standing still in the dark
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:40 PM UTC
i dig the knife in expecting answerslike pain might speak a language
my thoughts never could
like maybe beneath the skinthere’s something clearer,something honestsomething that explainswhy everything feels so heavy
but the silence doesn’t breakit just echoes louder
the sharp sting becomes a question markdrawn in trembling linesacross something that never deserved it
and for a momentthere is only sensationloud, immediate, undeniabledrowning out the quiet chaos inside
but it doesn’t last
the noise comes backthe weight settles again
nothing solved, nothing spoken
just another markwhere a question once lived
and i realizepain doesn’t translateit doesn’t explainit only repeats
and all i’m left holdingis not clarity, not relief
but instead i’m faced with the harsh red of reality
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:39 PM UTC
this feeling is stupid
it makes me want to **** cupid
watch the life drain from his eyes
make him crimson for his lies
cut his skin, bruise his heart
tell him how much I hate his art
because the creator of this sick game
deserves to feel it all the same
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC
if the sun and all the stars disappeared
i would not search the sky in fear
i would turn instead to you
to the quiet light you carry
in the way your eyes still hold
something endless, something steady
let the galaxies fade
let the constellations go dim
if everything went out at once
and left the world in fear
i would still have your bright eyes
and that might be all i need
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:37 PM UTC
flowers blossom in the rain
soft with loss and shaped by pain
petals bloom whet tears have been
finding light in gray light within
nothing lovely comes with ease
storms must barack before they please
beauty grows through hurt and strain:
flowers blossom in the rain
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
maybe it starts on an ordinary day
nothing dramatic, nothing to say
just our legs brushing
a touch that barely crosses a line
maybe were laughing like we always do
but something shifts between us too
a subtle clue, a quiet spark
a different shade of déjà vu
maybe you say one day
in that careful, fragile way
like it’s something you want to keep
like it’s yours to hold not just say
it hasn’t happened, not yet, not now
but I can see it somehow
the way a “what if” turns to “we”
and if this future never comes
if it stays a song unsung
at least i loved you in secret
fire getting everything we could become
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:34 PM UTC
speak not to me of love conceived in a single glance
for such a tale is woven of idle breath and foolish fantasy
to swear devotion upon the fleeting meeting of two pairs of eyes is but a hollow boast
born not of the heart but of impatience and desire
what depth may dwell in so shallow a moment?
what truth may root itself in so barren a soil?
no, this so-called love
proclaimed at first sight
is but a gaudy illusion
a trick of longing minds that mistake wonder for devotion and hunger for fate.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:32 PM UTC
you’re sitting by the window
sunlight tracing all your lines
i watch you draw in shadows
wishing i could draw your mind
you talk about your weekend
i pretend I don’t stare
but god, the way you tuck your hair back
feels painfully unfair
because you a quiet type of pretty
like a thought i shouldn’t say
and im a mess with all these feelings
trying not to give myself away
maybe you won’t notice
how your name sits on my tongue
but i would let you ruin me slowly
if it meant you were the one
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC