I love you.
Those are my words,
I don’t know what else to say,
But at the same time there’s so much I want to tell you,
I just don’t know how to phrase it.
But you help so much,
You let me just speak,
I don’t feel like I have to wear a mask around you.
You’re everything to me,
And I want to express that more,
You’re my light, my flower, my water and my sky.
“I love you” is still too small,
I need something better,
Something that gives you butterflies the way you always give me,
I may not know how to do this but I’m so glad you’re here with me.
Before I used to be sad,
Feel isolated and never chosen.
I thought I was broken.
But with you,
I’m the happiest I’ve been,
The shattered glass walls that used to be my head have healed and become flowing in sparkling waves of love and warmth.
I used to be a dull ocean with desperation spreading endlessly in every direction.
It was overwhelming, I thought I was unlovable.
But you were a drop of neon in that dull ocean,
You shine so bright that you burned away all of the desolation that took root.
Life flows through me, brighter than I’ve seen before.
There are so many shades of colors that I’m seeing now that are just so bright.
I know my flaws still,
They’re there,
But with you,
They feel smaller.
You always know what to say,
Your way with words is something like a crystal droplet reflecting light all over my room.
The broken noise used to be loud.
Now it’s a whisper,
And your voice is the one I hear.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 10:48 PM UTC
I love you.
I don’t know what else to say,
You’re the brightest light I've ever seen.
But I don’t want to say it like that.
So badly I want to say something romantic,
Say something that makes you feel the butterflies in your stomach,
The same way you’ve made me feel.
But all my panic and anxiety,
They spiral out of control,
A touch from you would make me ecstatic,
But a touch from me would make you shatter.
I have these shadows,
I don’t know how to explain them,
I’ve shown them to nobody.
Maybe strangers online,
But no one important.
No one like you.
I trust you, of course I do,
Sometimes I’m quick to trust,
But I’ve been trying to take it slow.
I’m so scared I’ll make a mistake,
Things come back to whisper,
“He doesn’t love you”
“You still aren’t good enough”
And you help me,
You say you love me,
So honestly and so truly.
But these whispers,
They progress into talking,
Constant and uninvited,
Then screams,
Loud and disturbing.
I’m disturbed.
I’m scary.
You should be running.
Why aren’t you running?
You’re everything,
From the light to the flower to the water to the sky.
I love you so much.
So much.
But is it too much?
Is it not the same?
I’m paranoid.
And I hate that I am.
I want you to hate something about me.
And I want you to tell me that you hate that,
Just so I can change to make that go away.
And then I want you to do it again.
I said I swear I'm not crazy.
But if I am?
I might be.
I love you,
But not myself.
And that’s a reason people leave each other sometimes.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC
Is this love?
Could this be the thing that saves me?
Could you save me from myself?
I don’t know how I really feel,
But your just so kind and sweet,
And maybe be you like me, and I’ve never experienced that before.
Could you be someone that fixes my shattered heart?
I’ll give you the needle and thread but would you sew me together?
I have so many things I want to ask you,
And sure you might not be what I was anticipating,
But I’m smiling, and I don’t think I’ve felt this way before.
Maybe you like me and maybe I like you back,
I don’t completely know right now.
But I want to talk to you the way we’ve been,
I don’t notice if the hours past,
I’m talking to someone who’s sweet.
You’re like a light, shining through the shattered glass walls that surround me.
And maybe we don’t know each other fully,
But I want to know you fully.
I’ve never tried flirting before,
But with you, I have.
I’m interested I think,
There’s a color I’m seeing that I don’t know,
Some shades that are brighter then what I’ve seen before,
A drop of neon in my dull ocean.
I don’t know you as much as I want to.
And I’ve never even been in a relationship before.
But I’d be willing to try with you,
I’ve thought about you a lot,
And maybe I’m hopeful,
It feels so wrong, but I think I have hope.
I’ve never had hope before…
You.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 9:05 AM UTC
When all the voices in your mind just fuse together to scream at you,
As if you don’t hear that enough.
When you’re just so stuck there’s nothing more than lie in a bed that you can do.
How do you know if you’re even feeling?
I’m so confused and so lost I just want some guidance.
But if I reach out to you you’ll find out that I’ve been lying.
I’m so starved of love and touch I make up worlds that bleed into my reality.
I can differentiate what's real and fake at this point.
I don’t even know who I am at this point.
I make art but am I good?
My ideas have so much quantity but are they quality?
Everything just overlaps to scream at me all at once.
Music screams its whispers into me to try and drown out my already overwhelming thoughts.
This energy is too much and too great for me to take on alone.
Projecting this doesn’t even help.
Why?
Why not?
What would help, give me solutions that make sense.
Don’t tell me some **** like “you’re young, it’ll get better”
Because every adult I see is so stuck in their own way that their childhood interests are ruined by their trauma.
There are so many contradictions in what we are told to be functional.
What’s the real thing?
Why be functional if it means we are not happy?
Why can’t we be expressive and true to ourselves?
Why does gender have to be conformed,
Why does sexuality have to be criticized by so many?
Why can’t we be who we wish?
If we aren’t true to ourselves then are we ourselves?
We’re told not to lie but lying is the only way we’re taught to survive.
Everyone has the same problems, unique experiences are few and far between.
Why are we criticized by other people for these problems when they experience the same ones?
Why is society so ****** up that we can’t even just be?
So many questions, so few answers.
So little space and time that so many make up these worlds to try and escape this one.
Why not try to make this world the better one?
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
I’m annoying when I’m energetic
I’m depressing when I’m sad
Sorry to tell you there’s no in between
“Shut up” “shut up” “shut up” they say when I feel good about myself
But I don’t want to, so I don’t
I’m not so easily conformed as the rest of you
At least when I love myself I’m not still stuck by the confines you give yourself
So,
Sorry to tell you there’s no in between
I might be loud and annoying but at least I’m not embarrassed to be myself
When I love myself I can be myself
If you don’t like me when I’m myself then maybe we shouldn’t be friends…
Sorry to tell you there’s no in between
I’m not going to stand here when I can be running
I’m not going to wait around when I can pave my own road
I will be myself
So if you’re embarrassed by me,
Sorry to tell you there’s no in between.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
It’s always us.
The little kid with the headphones,
The insecure boy,
The behaviors that we’ve learned to hide ourselves.
It’s always us.
But my advice might help you,
I’ve walked down that same path,
I can show you things that will protect you from the obstacles to come.
It’s always us.
We’ll lose ourselves in music,
To the point of no return,
But I can show you the way back.
It’s always us…
But you don’t have to join us,
I can help you,
If I could reach out to you,
If I could extend my hand a cross the chasm we’ve both put between ourselves and other people.
It’s always us,
The little boy with headphones,
The insecure boy,
But I could show you the light that guides us back.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 3:58 PM UTC
Insecure
Empty, Depressed,
Numbing, Analyzing, Doubting,
Souls, Waiting, Seeing, Living,
Feeling, Believing, Filling,
Content, Joyful,
Euphoric
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:40 PM UTC
What can I even say?
It’s never me, it’s always someone else.
Her destiny was greater than mine,
But you can’t be selfish can you?
That’s simply not ok, in this day and age.
But it is ok to be accosted for no cost?
To be used with no consent?
That’s ok but it’s not to be continuously let down and never picked up?
I don’t want to hear whatever illusion of truth you think you know,
The blunt truth is that I am insurmountable to the pedestal that has been placed, unbeknownst to me, right in front of me.
So, respectively, I don't want to hear it.
Art is subjective and I will choose to subject it with my anger and my rage,
Because it’s always him, always her, never me.
The truth is that it wasn't good enough. That I’m not enough.
And you want to argue with me on that, but my mind is just stuck in its own ways.
Never we, always them,
Never me, always her.
Choose me, pick me,
I would say if I could,
I would beg if it was accepted.
The primal urge that rips through my soul whenever this happens to me again.
It’s too much to bear alone.
You have structure, you have sad, you have realization, you have joy.
Good for you, Great for you.
But let me break something to you sweetie, some of us real humans don’t feel joy.
Sometimes we can’t, sometimes it’s stuck.
Like a valve that’s pressure is too high.
But I have my voice too,
Sometimes it’s too loud, too raw,
Sometimes it’s too quiet yet still so raw.
So is this loud?
Is this destiny loud?
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:33 PM UTC
When the night comes,
And it’s time to shed my skin,
Each layer of armour that I have becomes a layer of fabric on the ground.
And then I’m forced to see my own skin in my body.
I can’t hide behind the curtains I wear.
I see my hairy flesh.
The hair that I’ve been spending so much time removing.
But it just grows back, every time it grows back.
But I don’t grow back. My resilience grows dull.
With every bounce back, I grow weaker.
They say I need to overcome my insecurities.
But why can’t I just be happy in my skin by removing the thing that causes my insecurities?
Instead I hyper focus on other aspects of myself that I hate, something I can fix.
So I don’t eat, I starve in pain to try and fix myself, I don’t even know if it does anything.
Sometimes I feel like it does…but maybe it doesn’t.
It’s the only thing I can control.
And when the day comes again I tie so much fabric around myself to the point that I’m numb and can’t even feel it.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
I look at my old self, and I see structure,
I look at my new self, and I see a shattered mirror
There are fragments, that I broke off
Too much here, not enough there
It’s all just a haze, of jagged sharp edges
But all at the same time, if I look at mirror,
If I see my reflection,
I start to cry.
Inexplicable, unexplainable.
These tears streak my face but what do they mean?
Are they a way of telling me I shouldn’t see myself?
I don’t want to see myself.
Have those tears brought this on?
Sometimes the tears aren’t even real.
Can you cry without tears?
Can you hurt so, so bad that you lack the ability to express it?
My soul, it hurts,
The mirror, the reflection, it just shows me that again and again.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC