All I want for you is to love me.
Is asking to be cared for the same way too much?
Why.. Why don't you love me the same way I love you?
Is this payback for loving you ?
You tell me that it is my fault I fell for you.
You tell me to leave you because you won't try to love me.
Is this payback for loving you?
Your implications are as if you want me to leave.
All I want for you is to love me.
All I want for you is to be mine.
I want to know everything about you.
I want you to tell me about yourself.
Is that too much to ask for ?
You tell me I expect too much.
Is this payback for loving you?
You read my messages like chores.
You say you love me but then you avoid loving me.
Is it love when it's a burden?
You push me away when I try to love you.
But then you say that I don't want to be with you.
Is this payback for loving you?
You make it look so easy leaving everything behind.
I hurt myself just to see if you'd care.
I abandon the things that bring me joy, so nothing steals my joy of loving you.
I'd slit myself if that means I will feel your warmth.
Yet you accuse me of things I didn't do.
Is this payback for loving you?
You make it look like a curse.
I destroy myself to be the person you'd love anyday.
Yet you still never want to love me.
I change my mind to grow to hate the things you hate,
I change my mind to love the things you love,
Just to be with you. Yet nothing ever works.
Is this payback for loving you?
You make it look annoying.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 5:43 AM UTC
Your magnificence drifts through my mind
like smoke through cathedral arches,
pulling me gently, endlessly,
into a serenity with no shore.
How I wish these trembling hands
could sculpt whole worlds from starlight —
to lay them at your feet
like offerings at a forgotten altar.
For you deserve the heavens entire,
and every sacred thing that breathes within them,
every hymn the cosmos hums
in the spaces between silence.
Oh, how I would rise to oppose
the celestial bard himself —
to spin from nothing
ethereal melodies so tender
the universe would pause
and lean in close to listen.
It is by grace alone
that love like yours takes form,
like dawn bleeding softly
through the membrane of the dark.
Each constellation opens its mouth
and lifts a song into the infinite —
and every star that wounds the night with light
holds a tale of you,
luminous, unending,
waiting since before time
to finally be told.
Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
In my mind, there’s a place I always go
when I remember your face,
where we hold hands,
walking and laughing.
The same place visits me in sleep,
memories so vivid
it feels like we’ve lived as one
for lifetimes,
since the day we met.
How will I ever forget your smile?
Even with everything to do,
I wish I were just staring at you.
It’s the same feeling that made me surrender,
something I cannot explain in words,
something about you I adore so much,
something about you that fills
the quiet void in my soul,
something about everything about you.
How will I ever forget your eyes?
I miss you in the morning
before sleep leaves my mind.
I miss you in the sunlight
before it reaches my skin.
I miss you in the breathing of nature,
in the songs of crickets,
I miss you like the evening primrose
waiting for night.
How will I ever forget your touch?
I’d give up all I am
to be someone to you,
like the Pacific oyster,
enduring the ache to form a pearl.
Even when the numen curse,
I would lie in harm’s way to protect you.
If, in dire days,
the blade of righteousness rusts,
I would still find a way
to unsheathe it for you.
How will I ever forget your words?
All the memories of us loving each other,
all the happiness I felt with you,
all the lights you lit in my life,
all the times my heart beat for you,
how will I ever forget you?
Jan 13
Jan 13, 2026 at 1:32 AM UTC
Hate me, say you finally freed me
Text me, just to say you don’t need me
Ghost me, roast me, swear you never knew me
Break me, make me, tell the truth and then undo me
Say you’re fine but you still say my name
Say you moved on but you’re stuck in the same frame
I see you smiling but your hands still shake
You don’t gotta tell me, I can feel the fake
You say you’re healed but you bleed in the dark
Say I was nothing, yet I left a mark
You draw a line then you cross it again
Love turns venom when it rots from within
Hate me, still watching my face
Chase me, trace me, tryna take my place
Erase me, scrape me, wish I’d disappear
Lie to me softly, say I’m not still here
You say I’m toxic, say I ruined your peace
But you scroll my name when the noise won’t cease
Say I was the storm, say I was the rain
But you still run back when you feel the pain
I live in your head like a half-sung tune
Too quiet to scream, too loud to mute
You call it closure, I call it a game
Say you forgot me, forget my name
Hate me, say it one more time
Say I was a waste, say I crossed your line
Break me in sentences, sharp and neat
If I meant nothing, why won’t you sleep?
It’s a thin line between missing and rage
Between burning a heart and tearing the page
If you switch sides, don’t lie to your fate
Love doesn’t vanish, it just learns to hate
So hate me, hate me, if that’s what you need
Say I was poison, say I made you bleed
But don’t say I meant nothing, don’t lie like that
You don’t hunt ghosts unless they bite back.
Jan 9
Jan 9, 2026 at 8:04 AM UTC
They loved each other.
That’s the worst part.
There was no lie to expose,
no moment where she stopped caring,
no sentence that began with
“I don’t love you anymore.”
Just people outside the room
deciding what was allowed
inside her heart.
I wasn’t beaten by distance,
or boredom,
or silence.
I was beaten by conversations
I wasn’t in.
By old moments
dragged into the present
like they never ended.
I had already moved on.
They wouldn’t let me.
She loved me,
but not loudly enough to defend it,
not strongly enough to choose it.
So even though the love stayed real,
it still lost.
That’s the tragedy.
The worst part,
That's what hurts.
Nothing was wrong,
and yet everything still ended.
Now I carry something unfinished,
a story that didn’t get ugly,
didn’t get resolved,
didn’t even get a proper goodbye.
Just an undying love.
Just a soft ending
that shattered me anyway.
And maybe one day
she will get over me,
like she said.
But I will always know
we didn’t end because love died.
We ended because
it wasn’t allowed to live.
Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 9:46 PM UTC
My life feels like a party
I heard about too late.
Not the loud kind,
no music shaking the walls,
just people laughing in rooms
I never quite step into.
I wake up every morning
already tired,
like I stayed up all night
doing nothing at all.
The sun rises.
I notice it.
That’s kind of my thing,
noticing.
I watch light crawl across the ceiling,
watch hours stretch and fold in on themselves,
watch the day put on a face
and ask me if I’m coming.
I say “maybe.”
I always say “maybe.”
Somehow it’s dusk again.
People talk about belonging
like it’s a place you can walk into,
like there’s a door
and a bouncer
and all you need is a name on a list.
I check every room.
My name isn’t there.
Not at school.
Not at work.
Not in conversations that go quiet
when I finally speak.
Everywhere I go,
I feel slightly misplaced,
like a chair pulled too far from the table,
like I’m blocking someone’s view
just by existing.
I don’t think anyone pushed me out.
That’s the worst part.
It feels more like
the world just forgot to pull me in.
Life keeps moving,
careers, friendships, inside jokes, milestones,
and I sit on the sidelines
taking mental notes
like this is something I’ll need later.
But later never comes.
Days pass
the way scenery passes a train window:
fast, blurred,
impossible to step into once it’s gone.
Sometimes I wonder
if I’m actually living
or just attending roll call.
Present.
Still here.
Still watching.
At the end of the day,
when everything finally quiets down,
that’s when it hits the hardest,
the strange, hollow truth
that even surrounded by people,
I end up alone with myself.
And the feeling doesn’t leave.
It just sits there.
Patient.
Like it knows I’ll get used to it.
My life keeps happening.
Dawn to dusk.
Heartbeat to heartbeat.
And I’m there the whole time,
not absent,
not gone,
just standing at the edge,
holding an invitation
that never came.
Dec 27, 2025
Dec 27, 2025 at 2:11 PM UTC
They say lies are bad things,
but are all lies born of harm?
Sometimes the truth is like a blade,
too sharp for the heart it must touch.
So you soften it.
You bend it.
You hide it.
So they can smile a little longer.
Maybe it’s wrong.
But you love them.
You want them safe,
unbroken,
happy.
You lied for them.
Is the love behind that worth nothing?
The carefulness of the hand that shaped them,
was it not lovely but a murderous intent?
If a lie conceals a painful past,
wraps it until it can be swallowed,
does it rot into evil ?
even when it was born from goodwill?
And when the liar alone carries the weight,
the sleepless nights,
the silent guilt.
does he deserve blame
from the one he tried to protect?
Perhaps it sounds selfish.
Yet his heart knew only love,
and love alone.
Does that love mean no value ?
So I walk to the man in white robes,
with an angel’s voice.
The preacher.
I ask him if such a lie is sin.
He pauses.
Stunned.
Lost in thought.
Then softly he says,
“It is not for me to judge,
for I, too,
am a sinner.”
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 12:46 PM UTC
Oh, everything looks at me in disarray,
Even the morning asks why you’re so far away.
The winds, they howl whenever I’m without you,
The tides rise up to ask what’s wrong,
And I still ask myself the same old thing,
’Cause all I ever wanted was to belong… to you.
And I keep replaying every word you said,
Every quiet moment living in my head.
I walk the road we used to walk together,
Stop by the tree we promised always and forever.
I breathe the flowers we swore we’d hold forever in our hands,
And I keep wondering what it’d take,
Oh, what it’d take for me to be yours again.
If time could fold, I’d run right back,
Rewrite the past, undo the cracks.
But here I stand with empty hands,
Waiting for your heart to understand.
I walk the road we used to walk together,
Stand by the tree we carved our names in forever.
I touch the petals of the love we tried so hard to hold,
And I keep wondering what it’d take,
Yeah, what it’d take for me to be yours again.
Nov 20, 2025
Nov 20, 2025 at 10:36 AM UTC
Oh, everything looks at me in disarray,
Wondering why I’m not with you today.
The winds, they howl when I’m without you,
The tides rise up to ask what’s wrong,
And I still ask myself the same old thing,
’Cause all I ever wanted was to belong… to you.
I walk the road we used to walk together,
Pause by the tree we promised always and forever.
I breathe the flowers we swore we’d hold forever in our hands—
And I keep wondering what it’d take,
What it’d take for me to be yours again.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 9:47 AM UTC
It was just a Wednesday night,
my world split open.
Yet by the morning, I had to wake up.
Nothing paused.
No one asked why my eyes were hollow.
It was just a Wednesday night,
sleep slipped through my shaking hands;
shock pressing firmly against my ribs.
Yet outside, everything carried on,
as if that moment was etched in stone and left behind.
It was just a Wednesday night,
I collapsed inside myself,
but they still expected me to stand.
They noticed my slow pace,
but never the weight I dragged behind me.
It was just a Wednesday night,
no one heard the ounce of emptiness in my chest.
Then the breeze turned colder,
and sunlight dimmed to a dying glow,
And I had to walk that path again.
But to the world,
it was still just a Wednesday night.
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC