The words said to me are ones I’ll never forget,
They are ones imbedded deeply into my soul,
My body,
And my head.
I heard them as a child,
And I hear them now too,
From the people I love most,
From even you.
These words were said to make me stronger,
But they only made me weak,
Something you said was good,
Turned out not to be.
I heard them as a child,
And I hear them now too,
From the people I love most,
From even you.
I wonder if im good enough,
But i know thats not right,
I think that maybe one day,
The words you say will fly.
I heard them as a child,
And I hear them now too,
From the people I love most,
From even you.
Your words broke my confidence,
I heard them way too young,
Made me wonder what was right,
Was i really in the wrong?
I heard them as a child,
And I hear them now too,
From the people I love most,
From even you.
Your words did the things they meant,
The hurt,
The pain,
The threat.
The words that hurt,
Left scars on my arms,
Made me wonder,
What I was doing wrong.
The words that caused pain,
Cause the fresh bruises
And lines on my wrist,
The bandages that hide them,
Hide the words you said.
All your words had a threat,
I thought you were joking though,
Then you showed me what you meant,
And I was left all alone.
I heard them as a child,
And I hear them now too,
From the people I love most,
From even you.
I hear your words every day,
But not just from your mouth,
People on the streets say them,
And assumption without a doubt.
I hear your words when I sleep,
When i wake,
And when i breathe.
I hear your words in my dreams,
A nightmare,
A dangerous thing.
I heard them as a child,
And I hear them now too,
From the people I love most,
From even you.
I hear your words as they repeat,
I hear them as they cause my defeat,
I hear them as i walk the streets.
Im never gonna stop them,
They will always be there,
Im never gonna forget,
The things you said,
And the things they all said.
The things that cause my cuts so ******* deep.
I heard them as a child,
And I hear them now too,
From the people I love most,
From even you.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 3:07 PM UTC
I'm in my mind tonight,
Tonight i dream again,
Again the same dream repeats
Repeats itself to commit it to memory,
Memory is running low from this dilemma.
I wanna rediscover the old dreams
Dreams that made me smile when i woke up,
Up to the sky they went,
Went away on my 10th birthday,
Birthday after birthday i regret living,
Living a life i dont deserve.
I wanna rediscover my childhood dreams
Dreams that let me to the right things
Things that would keep me going
Going to the right places,
Places that had people who would keep me safe,
Safe no more,
More nightmares every night,
Night comes and I can't sleep.
Nightmares of death and pain,
Pain that i can feel in my heart,
Heart beating faster with each passing second,
Second after second it gets worse,
Worse than the night before,
Before i stopped dreaming,
Dreaming of the good things,
Things that I could believe.
Believe that I'm in pain,
Pain that does not go away,
Away is a word that i want to use,
Use me as your support,
Support that dreams once provided
Provided a senseless release,
Release me.
Let me rediscover my dreams
Dreams that will help
Help with my happiness
Happiness not from a pill.
Let me rediscover my dreams
Let me rediscover my happiness
And all the things that i have once held true,
Let me rediscover my dreams,
And let those dreams one day be true…
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:51 PM UTC
Look upon my shelf you see,
See a collection of random things,
Things that only to me make sense,
Sense the thing that I have made dead.
Look upon my shelf you see,
See a pile of papers lying messily,
Messily written in ink
Ink stains the writers hands,
The hands that wrote these many papers,
Papers that reveal the secrets that I'm too scared to rediscover.
Look upon my self you see,
See a pile of my mistakes,
Mistakes that cost me everything,
Everything has left
Left to teach a lesson.
Look upon my shelf you see,
My massive collection of mistakes,
Mistakes that i can’t undo,
Undo the things that will cause me to leave you.
You look upon my shelf and wonder,
Wonder what i had done wrong,
Wrong is the thing that you wonder,
Wonder the thing that you have uncovered,
Uncovered a mystery that I kept alone,
Alone was what I was before you came along.
I look upon my shelf and add,
Add another paper to the stack,
Stack the mistakes and push them deep down.
Down to the point where they pin your heart to the ground.
Look upon my shelf you see,
See the things that brought you to me,
See the things I want to be,
See all the things that are now my broken dreams…
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 2:45 PM UTC
The change in life so dark in the light,
But the change in life begin to call heaven so bright.
I an angel the good work as it proclaims,
And make good change if heaven and hell stay the same.
Like life fading when the grim reaper sings,
Or happiness lost upon the bells that ring,
The love around me always dims so quick,
Yet changes are mine to control and prevent.
But even when change starts to happen again,
And all the whispers come back in the end,
I know that happiness will always regain,
A connection that shall forever be a new friend.
So though the change may hurt and slowly die,
The life that holds the pain that always seems to fly.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 1:14 PM UTC
The calendar says it’s only been ninety days,
A brief flickering moment in time’s long gaze.
But the math of the heart plays a different part,
For I’ve known you forever right from the start.
In twelve short weeks, the world has shifted hue,
Everything brighter, more honest, and true.
From the first nervous "hello" to the way we are now,
We’ve built a foundation, a silent, sweet vow.
It isn’t just passion or the thrill of the new,
It’s the peace that I feel when I’m standing by you.
It’s the quiet moments, the laughter, the grace,
The feeling of "home" when I look at your face.
So let the years wander and the seasons fly past,
We’ve built something sacred, something meant to last.
Three months is a chapter, a beautiful door,
To a love that is endless—and a lifetime of more.
I used to think that "forever" was a heavy word,
A distant peak, a story I’d only heard.
Something earned through decades, or written in the stars,
But then three months ago, I held your hand in ours.
It’s not the time we’ve spent, but the way you’ve filled the space,
The way the noise all quieted when I finally found your face.
In ninety days, you’ve become the air I didn't know I lacked,
A soul-deep recognition—a beautiful, sudden fact.
They say it’s early, that we’ve only just begun,
But my heart doesn't count the laps around the sun.
It only knows the safety, the "finally," the "you,"
The way you make a lifetime feel like something we’ll glide through.
So if you wonder if I’m certain, if I’m staying, if I’m sure—
My love for you is anchored, steady, and pure.
You are my last "first," the one I’ll always choose,
The only heart I ever knew I’d be terrified to lose.
Three months is just the prologue; the story’s yet to bend,
But I’m already certain how this book is going to end.
It ends with us. It ends with always.
They tell us it’s too soon to use a word as big as always,
That ninety days is just a breath, a shadow in the hallways.
But they don’t feel the gravity that pulls me to your side,
Or the way the world feels steady now, with nowhere left to hide.
I didn’t just fall for you; I fell into a truth—
That every path I’ve ever walked was leading to your youth.
Three months is just a number, a marker on a map,
But you’ve filled every hollow space and closed every gap.
It’s in the way you hold my hand like you’re holding onto life,
A quiet kind of healing through the chaos and the strife.
I don't need years to tell me what my spirit already knows:
That you’re the one I’ll walk with, everywhere the journey goes.
So let them call us "early," let them say we’re in a dream,
I’ll be right here beside you, drifting down the same deep stream.
Because three months was plenty to realize what’s true:
I was made to spend a forever loving you.
I’m trying to remember who I was before you came,
Before my heart learned the rhythm and the music of your name.
It’s only been three months, a tiny drop of time,
But I can’t find the person who wasn't yours, and you weren't mine.
It scares me how quickly you became the "why" in every day,
The anchor in my storm, the words I didn't know how to say.
Because ninety days shouldn't be enough to feel this deep,
To have this many promises I know I’m going to keep.
But love doesn't wait for permission or for years to pass us by,
It doesn't care for logic, and it doesn't have to try.
It just arrives like a landslide, certain and complete,
Leaving every doubt I ever had in ruins at my feet.
So if you ask me where I’ll be when a thousand months have gone,
I’ll be right where I am right now—still holding on.
Because three months was just the wake-up; the start of something true,
And I’m spending every breath I have left,
Just coming home to you.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 8:14 PM UTC
I mourn your death,
But you don’t have a grave,
A beautiful baby girl,
Got her wings to bliss
An angel on its way.
I may be your mother,
But I too,
Am still a kid,
Aged 15,
I’m too young for this.
Why does it hurt so much,
Your death,
Why does this pain feel so bad,
Why won’t it go away,
Why?
Oh beautiful baby girl,
A child of ****
A dad who's a monster,
And a mom who he hates,
A beautiful baby girl.
4 months old you were,
On that fateful night,
Your daddy threw you off a bridge,
I’m so sorry that I took flight,
I was afraid.
I mourn your death,
But you don’t have a grave,
I couldn’t seem to bury you,
Cold,
And in the rain.
I sat there in the grave yard,
Tears rolling down my face,
I hope the lord is nice,
And he takes you in his grace.
My little Angel,
Now your flying high,
I may join you soon,
I know I'm gonna die.
If only you knew,
How hard I've cried,
Your daddy still haunts me,
He's there every night.
I mourn your death,
But you don’t have a grave,
I couldn’t let go,
I couldn’t let you go away.
I wish you had a grave,
I’d visit you every day,
But you my darling daughter,
Flew far far away.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:41 PM UTC
I love long hugs,
The kind that make your heart flutter,
The kind that make your cheeks a rosy color,
But I'll never say it.
I love long paragraphs,
The ones that confess the others love,
The ones that make you feel warm inside,
But I'll never say it.
I love giving little gifts,
The smile on your face every time,
And knowing that i did something right,
But I'll never say it.
I love spending time with you,
Whether on the phone,
Or in the same room,
But I'll never say it.
I love it when you remember the little things,
The things that i thought you’d forget,
Things that most people don’t care about,
But I'll never say it.
I love the feeling you give me,
The way my chest loosens,
The way the world seems less,
But I'll never say it.
I love the way you care,
The way you make sure im alright,
The way that you check up on me when things don’t feel right,
But I'll never say it.
I love the way you love me,
The way you fill me up with joy,
The way that you make things feel better,
But I'll never say it.
I'll always say thank you,
But in the silent way,
And this poem,
Is my gift for you today.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 12:41 PM UTC
You were mine and I was all yours,
was it you who I've been searching for?
I was a child, I was naive,
You were a wolf, preying on a sheep
You told me, "Let's go to a park and talk"
But it was more than a talk and a walk.
Your hands found their way up my skirt,
"You're a pretty little girl."
I was fifteen and you knew,
You said that you loved me, and I thought it was true.
I allowed what you did to me,
But after I can't believe I lost my virginity...
You took me home in the middle of the night
I still couldn't believe I have had hooked up with a man who's 25.
I close my eyes and I let the world turn,
as my belly churned.
I wasn't honest and I didn't exactly love it,
You were twenty-five so I took a dive in the pit
I still can't forgive you for what you have done,
I thought you were the one.
I thought you were someone who I couldn't lose,
You were everything, Mikkel Luis Cruz
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
Baby, you are bruised
You are bleeding
From your knees
Kneeling on the 5th floor
Of a skyscraper
Gasping for breath
Gasping for something, anything
To get out of the mess.
You look down and know
You'd die from the fall
If you turn back.
That almost seems better
Than climbing up
The rest of the steps
But baby, why don't you instead look up and see
The light at the top of the staircase?
Look, isn't it beautiful,
That moonshine, that starlight
That brushes against your fingertips
If you just reach up.
Yes, the climb is daunting
And unforgiving
But just drink yourself a bottle --
It won't make it better, just bearable --
And focus on that
Light at the top of the staircase
Shining just for you.
(Someday, someday
It will be okay.
I will climb this flight
I will reach that light
at the top of the staircase.)
(Just for you,
Just for us
Baby.)
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 11:37 AM UTC
you may break free from these walls
but that's not what imprisons you
you're just a lost child
with many voices to listen to
the demons will speak more and more
and the more that you tune in
the more you'll lose yourself
and they will win
as time goes on
you'll be left to fend for your own
and no one will care how you feel
when you are alone
you know yourself best now
you'll be searching for this person
one day, you'll look at yourself
and find there's nothing worse than
your stupid heart
do not let it lead the way
or you might not be able to let go of your choices
until judgement day
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 11:36 AM UTC