Humans do not understand the weight of a bleeding heart.
To purposefully bleed yourself of your own life source is a death sentence,
unless you have someone to patch it.
The elements understand.
Rainwater to wash the wound,
Wind to dry it.
Ground to patch it,
Fire to cauterize.
When I’m with you, I don’t want my heart sealed,
I want it to gush so you may feel my love rain onto you.
I would bleed myself dry if it were to give you more life.
I would die for you.
I would live for you.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 12:18 AM UTC
When I can’t sleep at night I hit play,
A constant cycling of love songs,
Lust songs, soul songs.
With each play a different string of my heart is plucked,
Vibrating and humming til it is back to baseline before the next strum.
All of the cords play your song.
With heavy eyes and mellow thoughts
You appear and we dance.
Around and around we go,
grazing the ballroom as if walking on air
As if Gods walking on water.
Whisked from one door to another,
Turned from royalty to full blown domestics.
The lobotomized smile is nowhere around,
Bliss of aprons, cooking and baking fill the house.
Greeted with a kiss and a giggle,
Your tales of work regale me.
The oven door closed on browning cookies and onto the next adventure we were.
Raging into battle upon horse back,
Your guild shrouded in blood,
My armor marked with battle.
We fight side by side in a waging war across old country.
Upon the hill of victory, your gauntlet in mine,
A tale as old as time.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 1:56 AM UTC
The dance between privacy and secrecy is one of skill,
Pirouetting on the line as a ballerina.
Tangled in a mass of limbs,
Smiles abound,
Laughter floating in the air,
It's light, it's soft, it's fun.
I can't finish this poem, I'm giggling too much.
Just know the intention was there.
Feb 9
Feb 9, 2026 at 10:36 PM UTC
Who knew a single phone call could heal years of damage.
Between the background chatter and what you've said I hear another message -
"You are safe with me."
"I hear you"
"You are okay"
"I'm not mad at you"
It's not your job to fix what others have broken,
but regardless you softened a bruise you did not cause.
You were not the one that put a pit in my stomach each time my phone rings,
But you are the one who I hope is on the other end when it does.
You were not the one who blew up my phone with dozens of calls
but you are the one that always answers with kindness.
You were not the one who made me terrified of calling first
but you are the one that makes me happy I did.
There is a long list of things you have not done and are not responsible for,
yet you help me carry it all the same.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC
Part of me wants to run,
Run away and go join the wild horses,
where they stay, I do not know.
That part of me wants to fly amongst the clouds,
escape into crowds and be the mystery on the run.
There is no home in that.
This other part of me wants to lean into spoken words,
puts faith in what people say.
Lie down and roll over to have a sweet, simple life.
This part of me wants to accept what I've been given
and not ask for more.
There is no growth in that.
There is no third part, as there usually is.
It feels as if a middle ground doesn't exist.
There is no balance in that.
I am at war with myself without a clear cause to fight for.
There are no winners, just losers.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 6:59 PM UTC
Montagues and Capulets.
Both are ever-present in my mind, heart, and soul.
Montagues -
Logical, protective, defensive.
Capulets -
Whistful, flowing, accepting.
One cannot exist without the other.
One is not safe without the other.
You see, the Capulets cannot live in this cruel world without protection
And the Montagues cannot enjoy this world without whimsy.
They have frequently been waging war on my soul.
Montagues want distance, foundation, and steadiness.
Capulets want closeness, falling, and cravings.
One cannot exist without the other, unless they are utterly miserable.
The mediator has vanished.
An uncomfortable spot to be, between the two dueling families.
Both believe they know what's best.
And what's at stake?
My heart, she shifts from ice cold to melted in a matter of seconds.
I cannot be the one who makes the choice and chooses a side.
Both are valuable.
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood."
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 2:02 PM UTC
The knight who knows no rest
She - not a warrior at all
different as a ***** amongst clubs.
The knight that does not rest
ventures forth in my creeping nightmare forest.
Not slaying creatures of fear and rage
but holding them until they resolve themselves.
Others have come to the forest in search of violence,
of burning the trees down,
but instead, they only tangle further.
Encasing the wickedness deeper.
That is my ever-expanding fear.
The knight who knows no rest
loves the creatures until they shrink to nothing
or burns themselves ablaze into shrapnel in the winds.
The knight that does not rest
armor she dons, covered in scorch marks and scratches
gets the job done.
One cannot fight fear with fear or rage with rage.
The knight loves all the creatures of my forest.
The knight who knows no rest
has found her way to me at last.
Instead of the terror I've inflicted upon her,
she comes with love instead of venom.
The knight that does not rest
lays her head in my lap, toasting herself by the fire
helmet removed,
She sleeps for once.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 1:45 PM UTC
It’s uncomfortable because it’s new.
Not because it’s bad or you need to run.
Instead, stay.
Plant your roots and let them spread.
Let others tend to you.
You do not have to continue alone in your bloodied armor.
Rest my knight,
Sit and let the tears stream down,
Polish your armor in the setting sun.
Know that for tonight all is well.
Someone else will keep watch tonight.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 1:13 AM UTC
I asked the universe for advice…
The ocean said to take the waves as they come,
Let the fear come and go.
The moon said to bask in the unknown,
To close my eyes and fall forward.
The mountains said to keep my head high in the face of anxiety,
To keep my standards sky high.
The stars said to take the plunge,
Something will always catch me wherever I land.
My heart said to trust, to soften, to open.
My head said she is scared.
My body has yet to run.
Most signs point to go.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 1:08 AM UTC
Hallways.
Endless, lengthening hallways.
Award cases with sparkling prizes of statues.
Congratulations banners.
They are hanging up everywhere.
Popcorn ceilings and recess bells.
Soccer fields and chain link fences.
Only excellence was acknowledged and accepted.
And they wondered why everyone in the 8th grade wanted to **** themselves
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 12:57 AM UTC