Some days begin a little heavy..
like the morning forgot
how to smile.
Whispers drift through school hallways,
stories about me
written by people
who never asked for the truth.
Sometimes I sit there wondering
why it feels like I’m standing
in the wrong place in the world,
like a star that wandered
into a sky
that doesn’t quite understand its light.
At home there are moments
when words don’t land the way they should.
My mom and I sometimes speak
different languages of feelings.
Not because she isn’t wonderful…
she truly is…
but because she doesn’t always see
the world through the same window I do.
Still, she tries.
She loves in ways that are strong and real,
even when we don’t fully understand
each other yet.
And that love is something
I will always carry with me.
And then there’s my brother.
Our story didn’t begin softly.
We didn’t start as best friends,
didn’t always understand each other,
sometimes more distance than closeness.
But somewhere along the way
things changed.
Now when I imagine life
without him in it,
the thought alone
makes my chest feel heavy.
He’s exactly the brother
I needed in my life…
even if he doesn’t always show it
in the gentlest ways.
Sometimes I wish
he could be a little kinder to me,
but even with the rough edges
I know he’s there.
And that means more
than perfect words ever could.
And then comes the light
that fills the rest of my world.
My boyfriend…
the best thing that ever happened to me.
Not just someone who brightens dark days,
but someone who makes the whole world
feel warmer just by being in it.
With him, love feels safe,
like I finally found a place
my heart can rest.
My best friend…
the one I can be completely ridiculous with
at any hour…
midnight laughs, random conversations,
a friendship where being crazy
is simply normal.
My duo…
the teammate I missed for so long,
now turning every game
into the highlight of my day again.
And my first real girls…
the ones who welcomed me in,
who helped me remember
what it feels like
to truly belong.
Together you all built something
stronger than rumors,
stronger than jealousy,
stronger than the quiet doubts
that sometimes try to grow in my mind.
A place made of laughter,
late-night talks,
shared moments
and simple kindness.
So when people whisper at school,
when jealousy tries to dim the light
of my happiness…
I remember this:
My life is louder than their rumors.
My heart is brighter than their doubts.
Because I am surrounded
by people who choose me,
who stand beside me,
who remind me every single day
that being myself
was never something
I needed to apologize for.
And maybe I didn’t need
to belong everywhere.
Just in the places
where love stays. ✨
Mar 18
Mar 18, 2026 at 5:46 PM UTC
My heart wakes before the morning does,
already heavy with the same old rain.
Somewhere inside my chest
there’s a small room
where crying has become routine.
Not loud, not dramatic,
just the slow leak
of someone who thinks
they are not enough.
Days pass through my hands untouched.
Not because I don’t want them.
But because my bones feel borrowed,
my energy misplaced somewhere
I can’t seem to find it again.
So I sit with unfinished hours,
watching life move
like a train I forgot how to board.
I want to laugh.
God, I want to laugh.
But I don’t want the kind
that wears a costume.
I don’t want the polite smile
people put on like borrowed shoes.
Because I know.
I hear it.
The way your laughter spills easier
when you’re with them.
How it rises higher, brighter.
Like sunlight through open windows.
And with me
it feels quieter,
like we’re both afraid
to move the air too much.
So I keep speaking my needs
almost every day,
placing them carefully between us
like cups on a long table.
Because when I don’t…
everything dries.
The silence becomes a desert,
wide and endless,
a Sahara made of unsaid things
and thirsty hopes.
And still…
beneath all this dust in my chest
there is one simple wish:
I just want to be human.
Not strong, not perfect,
not endlessly patient.
Just human…
someone who wakes up one morning
and feels the sun
instead of the weight.
Someone who laughs
without checking if it’s allowed.
Someone who lives
without asking permission
to feel alive.
Someone who finally believes
their heart
was enough
all along.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 6:17 PM UTC
I look into the mirror
and I see something ugly.
Not just the face,
but the person behind it.
There’s something wrong in my eyes,
something heavy in my skin.
I try to find beauty,
but all I see is everything I wish I wasn’t.
I smile, sometimes,
to pretend I’m human,
but even my smile looks fake,
like it knows the truth I’m hiding.
People say I should love myself.
I try.
I really do.
But it feels like loving a wound
that never stops bleeding.
And then I see them.
The beautiful ones.
The ones with black eyeliner and confidence,
the ones who look like art and ruin at the same time.
The goth girls, the dark angels.
They wear their sadness like something holy.
I wish I looked like them.
I wish I was one of them.
But when I compare myself,
I become smaller and smaller
until I almost disappear.
It hurts,
knowing how easily others can be adored
for what I’ll never be.
I’m just… here.
Plain. Wrong. Forgettable.
Every word I speak
feels too loud, too wrong.
Every breath feels borrowed.
I’m tired of trying to look like someone
who deserves to exist.
The mirror doesn’t lie.
It just shows me what I already know:
I am the wrong kind of person,
wearing a face I can’t stand to see.
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 5:49 PM UTC
I know there is love, I know it’s real,
but somehow, I just can’t seem to feel—
the warmth, the fire, the pull so strong,
it used to be there, now it feels... gone.
I’ve asked for more, for words, for light,
for something to hold in the quiet night.
Not much, just glimpses, soft and true,
but each time I ask, it fades from view.
It’s less and less, slipping away,
like whispers lost in yesterday.
And though I know you still are near,
I feel so distant, drowned in fear.
I’m not hurt, just sad, just lost,
wondering if I’m worth the cost.
Am I enough, or just a weight?
Will love slip through, or am I too late?
I don’t know what else to do,
how to reach, how to break through.
I fear one day you’ll turn and see,
that maybe I was never what you need.
But still, I stay, still, I try,
holding hope in the endless sky.
Because even when I feel this way,
I love you more than words can say.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
I love you—oh, how fiercely I do,
but sometimes I dream of hearing it too.
Not just in touches or quiet care,
but in words that linger, bold and rare.
Tell me you need me, wild and true,
that every thought circles back to "us two."
Say my name like it’s a prayer,
filled with longing, raw and bare.
Be obsessed—don’t hold it back,
let your love be fierce, let it attack.
Want me wildly, without shame,
ignite my heart and fan the flame.
I crave to hear, not just to know,
the depths where your affections go.
Let passion spill from every word,
let your heart's symphony be heard.
Tell me I’m yours, claim me loud,
like the only star in your sky-bound crowd.
Show me love that leaves no doubt,
a love that shouts, that cries out loud.
I’m here, giving all of me,
but I long for your words, wild and free.
So speak, my love, don’t hold it in—
let obsession be where we begin.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 8:25 AM UTC
I wonder sometimes, am I on the right path?
Am I building us stronger or caught in the past?
Each step I take, I give all my heart,
but doubt sneaks in, tearing me apart.
I ask, I listen, I hold onto hope,
your gentle answers my saving rope.
They give me joy, they spark a flame,
but never quite say what I hope they’d name.
I long for words, simple and true,
to hear "I love you" from only you.
Not always from my lips first spoken,
but as a gift, whole and unbroken.
Still, I believe—oh, how I do—
that your love is strong, fierce, and true.
It shines in your care, in the things you give,
in the quiet ways you help me live.
Maybe you show love in ways unique,
in gestures far deeper than words can speak.
And that’s enough, I tell my soul,
because your love makes my spirit whole.
But if one day, without my cue,
those three small words come shining through,
I’ll hold them close, bright and clear,
a melody only my heart can hear.
Until that day, I’ll trust in this—
your steadfast care, your gentle bliss.
For even without the words I seek,
your love, my dear, is strong, not weak.
Jan 30, 2025
Jan 30, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
I stand in the mirror, searching my face,
for signs of change, for bits I’ve replaced.
I’ve fought to grow, to mend and refine,
to leave behind what was never mine.
Each day I rise, steady and slow,
trying to be someone I want you to know.
I’ve come so far, I can see it clear—
the battles won, the silenced fears.
I’m proud of the scars that no one can see,
proof of the strength that’s blooming in me.
But still, there’s doubt, sharp and cruel,
whispering rules I didn’t choose.
Am I enough? Am I changing too late?
Will love slip through at the hand of fate?
I try, oh I try, with every breath,
to give you a love that defies death.
But what if my steps aren’t swift or right,
what if I lose you in this fight?
I ache for more than just “almost there,”
I want to be someone who shows they care,
without the weight of fear or mistake,
without wondering what love might take.
But even as doubt grips my chest,
I know I’m doing my very best.
So I hold onto this truth I’ve found—
growth isn’t perfect, nor always profound.
It’s quiet steps, a trembling climb,
becoming better, one piece at a time.
And if love is real, as I believe it to be,
you’ll see the best still rising in me.
I may not be finished, but I stand here strong,
with a heart that’s learning where it belongs.
And I promise, with all that I am and will do,
I’ll keep getting better—for me and for you.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
I want to feel your need like air,
a love so deep, beyond compare.
I want to be the thought you keep,
the dream that lingers as you sleep.
Not just a want, but something more—
a quiet ache you can’t ignore.
I want to be the pull, the thread,
the voice that echoes in your head.
To feel your care in all you do,
to know your heart beats just for two.
Ask me, softly, where I’ve been—
show me I’m your beginning and end.
Let your gaze linger, let it stay,
like I’m the sun that lights your way.
Let every word you speak of me
be laced with love, completely free.
Not fleeting, not shallow, but endless and whole,
a love that cradles my heart and soul.
I want your passion, deep and kind,
the type that wraps and fills the mind.
To see me not just as I appear,
but know my soul and hold it near.
A love that whispers, "You are mine,"
yet cherishes, tender and divine.
Crave not my touch, but the sound of my voice,
the little things that make you rejoice.
Wonder at the thoughts I share,
at every moment, show you care.
To love me wholly, as I am,
your guiding light, your constant calm.
So want me, love, in ways untamed,
but let it be my heart you’ve claimed.
Be addicted to the way I see,
to the essence of who I strive to be.
For I don’t long for just fleeting fire,
but a love that grows, higher and higher.
Crave my laughter, crave my tears,
crave the story of all my years.
Let me feel it, steady and true—
this quiet obsession of me and you.
For in your arms, I long to stay,
forever yours, in every way.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 3:43 PM UTC
I trust you, my love, with all that I am,
your words like anchors, steady and calm.
You tell me your pain is fleeting, a phase,
and I hold to your voice like a beacon in haze.
You are my truth, my rock, my guide,
and I trust in the love you hold inside.
I believe in you, in the strength you bear,
in the quiet assurances whispered with care.
You’ve told me we’re safe, you’ve told me we’re strong,
and I cling to those words like a comforting song.
I know your heart, I know its intent,
and I trust each message your love has sent.
But still, a shadow lingers near,
a whisper of doubt, a trace of fear.
What if one day, without warning or sound,
I wake to find you’ve turned around?
What if the love I fight to sustain
isn’t enough to hold off the rain?
I push myself, I give my all,
to make every day a fortress, tall.
To show you joy, to be your light,
to fight for us through the darkest night.
But in the quiet, a question remains:
what if my love can’t quiet your pain?
What if one day, when the silence grows loud,
and the laughter fades into a passing cloud,
you realize something I can’t yet see—
that maybe you’re better off without me?
It’s not your fault, my love, not at all,
it’s just a fear, a quiet call.
I trust you fully, with every breath,
with every joy, with every depth.
Your love is my harbor, my steady refrain,
and I believe in you, through joy and pain.
But trust doesn’t shield from the fears I hide,
of a day you might drift, or pull aside.
You’ve told me to worry not, and I try,
but the thought of losing you makes me cry.
The dryness that lingers, the weight in the air—
I fight it with hope, with love, with care.
But what if one day, we falter and break?
What if it’s more than we both can take?
Still, I believe in the strength we hold,
the fire that burns through the growing cold.
I trust in us, in the vows we’ve made,
in the promises strong and the fears that fade.
And even in doubt, in shadows unknown,
I trust in your love to guide me home.
So I’ll keep fighting, I’ll keep the flame,
I’ll carry the weight, I’ll shoulder the blame.
I trust in your words, your heart, your eyes,
even as fear within me cries.
For loving you is the bravest part,
and I’ll trust you always—with all my heart.
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 6:53 AM UTC
You are my world, my every breath,
a love that lingers, defying death.
Through miles that stretch and oceans wide,
I feel your heart beat alongside mine.
You are the most precious thing I know,
a rare and radiant light, aglow.
In your presence, even far away,
the world feels brighter, soft as day.
Your voice, a melody I hold so dear,
a compass guiding me through fear.
I can’t imagine a life without you—
a world less vivid, dull, and askew.
But I wonder, love, in quiet hours:
am I for you what you are to ours?
Do you see in me the same rare light,
or am I a shadow that dims your sight?
Is your heart as full as mine for you,
or do I ask for more than you can do?
I’d give up everything just to prove
that my love for you is endlessly true.
I’d shed the flaws, the bad I see,
and become someone worthy of all you need.
I’d rewrite myself, erase and refine,
if it meant your heart would stay entwined.
I long to show you, in every way,
that you’re the reason I wake each day.
I’d hold you close, though you’re far from reach,
and pour my soul into every speech.
I’d cross the distance, break the divide,
just to stay forever by your side.
But I wonder still—do you dream of me?
Am I the shore in your endless sea?
Or am I the weight you carry alone,
a fleeting thought, a gentle tone?
Do I fill the cracks, or make them grow?
These doubts, my love, you may never know.
You’ve healed my wounds, erased my fears,
filled the silence of so many years.
You’ve shown me love in its purest form,
a steady flame, a soothing storm.
Yet sometimes I wonder, deep inside,
if I could ever truly reside—
not in your words, but your secret mind,
where thoughts unspoken are left behind.
Do you need me as I need you?
Do you feel this love so deep, so true?
Or am I a chapter, soon to close,
a passing story that no one knows?
I’d change myself, for better or worse,
rewrite my heart, rehearse, rehearse.
I’d bury the pieces you cannot stand,
shape myself by your careful hand.
I’d give you all, till there’s nothing to give,
just to ensure your love could live.
And if one day you no longer need
the love I offer, the vows I plead,
know this, my love, through all the pain:
my heart would break, but I’d never complain.
For loving you is worth it all,
even if someday I take the fall.
You are my everything, my sacred vow,
my reason for being, my here and now.
Though questions linger, though doubts remain,
I’ll love you fiercely, through joy and pain.
And if the answer is not what I dream,
I’ll hold on to this—our love’s brightest gleam
Dec 1, 2024
Dec 1, 2024 at 6:15 AM UTC