And at the end of the night,
after the long day
turned even quieter night...
As she finished her prayers,
She pleaded,
for guidance...
She asked for any and all things
in her life
that only brings negativity,
only brings pains,
brings more hurt...
Any and all things that
only adds more weight on her chest,
without offering a single minute
of relief...
not one moment
of rest...
She asked for any and all things
in her life that is not
for her
to be removed.
She asked for help,
to see the things she needs in life,
help her find the strength
to move the things she wants in life,
to the side,
until she is strong enough
to close the door,
to say the goodbyes...
She spoke her final words,
and it was shortly afterwards
in the moment she once,
so many times before...
When she felt so fulfilled,
so content, beyond words
now left her feeling merely
nothing.
May 16
May 16, 2026 at 3:12 PM UTC
I can't do this anymore.....
-Were the words that escaped from her lips,
Leaving a bitter taste in her mouth,
Taking the place where the words
I love you
once lived.
Words that no longer felt effortless,
While carrying heavy meaning,
A strong force that once upon a time....
made her feel,
Untouchable...
Unbreakable....
Safe.
Safe.
Oooh, what it was like to feel safe...
-She thought.
As long as she was wrapped up in his arms,
Nothing in the world could reach her,
Not even on the worst of days,
Because even bad days with him,
Were better than any good day with someone new.
Still, the feeling
-Knowing that no matter what she said or did,
She never could get through to him.
-It haunts her,
But not as much as the emptiness does,
From knowing she's not the only one that his arms
Wrap around,
...is she?
She tried talking,
She tried writing,
In every way,
Every form,
In every language except
His.
He speaks spiteful
-Fluently.
She fights with herself constantly,
Battling back and forth
Her way,
His...
She knows if she goes down that road,
It won’t end with the last word that comes
out of her mouth.
She knows where it will bring her,
and nothing,
-No one
Is worth her living back in the darkness.
But the feeling overwhelms her,
Emotions flooding her system,
Every day is a guessing game.
She never knows what the tides will leave her with.
Yet still, the problem remains.
As if it's avoidable,
As if it can just be ignored.
As if it will all just go away,
As if it's not real,
As long as we don't talk about it...
Right?
So, it just continues...
Day after day...
A week will go by,
Then,
All of a sudden,
The sun will shine,
He'll have nothing else better to do,
Nobody else needs him first,
So, now he has time,
While she...
She always jumped,
Because it was finally her turn.
That's all she wanted, anyway,
Before it became a cycle,
The cycle she now knows as ‘normal’.
But she's not waiting anymore.
She made it clear,
More times than she should've had to,
She's tired of being an option.
So, she's stepping back,
Pulling away more,
As if the current situation could handle more...
But he didn't tell her not to.
He didn't even say a word to try to stop her.
He just sat there in his silence,
Like he always does,
When words are needed the most.
Being something someone else was unsure of...
She tried that one on before,
and that feeling...
That feeling is the kind that you just can't shake.
So back to the battlefield,
between what her heart wants,
and what her mind knows,
While deep down....
She wishes she just stayed sleeping.
Then she could just stay still,
and when the waves came thundering in...
Drowning her...
She lets them.
As she wakes the following morning,
Still trying to catch her breath,
She realizes,
It was only a nightmare...
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 8:37 PM UTC
They call her crazy,
Sometimes she’s independent.
They call her weird,
And they call her a different species.
This girl that they call,
Is so sad,
She never speaks.
She’s so scared,
But she’s always taking chances.
Many people have many thoughts about her.
Many people call her many names.
The only weird thing about her
Is that she has no name.
She’s a girl.
Unnamed.
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 6:01 PM UTC
Finally...
He realized how many times she tried to get him to
See her...
Not through her.
Walk to her...
Not by her.
Talk to her...
With her...
Not at her.
To Want her...
Not anybody else.
And love her...
Not the idea of who he could change her to be.
But in that moment of realization,
He still doesn't understand completely.
"I'm Sorry",
He said.
Hearing him say those two words,
may not have been enough,
or been the glue to put the pieces
of her heart back together...
But, it sure made all those efforts seem worth it,
Even if it's in the smallest,
simplest way,
For the shortest moment...
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 1:36 AM UTC
Once upon a time...
I never used to be able to fill a nice book with nice pages…
With too many too highs
and out of reach
Dreams and purposes
left unfulfilled,
UNSEEN.
Lucky if the book made it past the 10th page.
No pages torn,
-oh no, no, no, not allowed from this author;
The pain is worn,
A mask belonging to the person of many faces...
So not one page will be torn,
not 2, or 3….
Not with too big of shoes to fill, you see?
-Whose shoes to fill?
That answer is still unknown,
But a shoe is still a shoe,
Empty or at a home.
Shoes without a pair,
Shoes without laces,
Maybe even shoes that
do not lead to any faces.
But a shoe is still a shoe,
Is it not?
So now here's this book,
All to be filled with so many
Precious thoughts.
There are so many books with
maybe 3, 7,
or maybe
even 10,
Regardless...
There is still so much left
To this story
Before it can even end.
Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 12:37 AM UTC
Right out the window....
The words that fled my lips,
In a pleading confession,
Another failed attempt
To keep the connection.
Quick, apologize
....It's been dark inside
the hidden section,
Buried so deep behind the walls of
deception,
filled with what's left,
It's so cold, being left all alone,
Nobody to show you,
Guide you,
Back to the place you once called home.
Remember, he made you feel safe,
You were never alone...
The pieces seem to solve no puzzle.
Having no recollection,
It was all a little too suttle.
-Was it really my error
Or just misconception?
Or maybe it's just your self-reflection,
That has you off track...
So far gone,
Lost,
Disconnected...
-But what if I can't find my way back?
Back.
Yes, back.
But what if I don't wanna go back?
What if you can't go back?
To see the bigger picture...
Or what's left of that.
What if I can't remember?
Well now whose fault is that?
Little shards of what used to be;
Scattered all around us like shattered glass,
The plans we made,
How we thought it was all meant to be...
The proof is right there,
Out in the open,
Can you see?
Put up on display,
For the whole world to see.
But to see is not always to know,
To know is not always to see,
But maybe,
If you hold on tight,
We can fly to a place where maybe,
Possibly,
Might be...
It really could be,
Just you and me.
For whatever your future holds,
I just know,
it was never really,
.....Me.
---------------------------------------
Dripping down the walls,
Then burning to ash.
Covering the tile floor,
As if it was melted wax...
Not to fill the void,
Just only the cracks.
The cracks?
In the foundation,
Of course.
Mar 16
Mar 16, 2026 at 3:29 PM UTC
My heart knows you.
My heart knows the rhythm,
the beating,
the sounds,
the vibrations,
Of YOU.
Of your heart.
My heart even beats steadily
once entangled in yours...
It's somewhere within all the loops
and twists...
If still and quiet enough,
long enough...
Your heart would be able to feel the slight
tremble,
In the rhythm as it rattles through mine.
My own heart shaking
Creating knots within ones' line,
Reminding me very well,
that love is not
always so,
Easy, simple, and
Divine.
Once entangled in each other,
So perfectly intertwined,
Smooth like silk,
Not rough like a vine.
Loops now knots,
Lots and lots of knots!!
How did I get this lost?
Lost in my own thoughts...
Chaos
-The name of this mess.
Ashamed and embarrassed,
Afraid you or I might just leave,
Like the rest.
Hurry up now,
Be sure to leave no trace,
Not a single mark needs to be
added to our face!
A pull of the strings,
Bunch it all together,
Tie it off like a ring.
With a quick toss over my shoulder,
No, it's not baggage,
it's just
my things...
I may have more scars now,
than I did back then,
I had to sew myself back together
a little different this time.
Maybe even felt the need to distract
you with this rhyme.
How are we doing on time?
You think we have room
For one last try?
Promise not to judge me,
Alright?
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 5:41 PM UTC
He says,
Your laugh has faded out,
I no longer hear it within the walls,
there's nothing there anymore,
nothing except the outline of what used to be....
She thought to herself,
trying to remember what her laugh sounds like.
It's hard to hear the sound of laughing
when your heart has been crying,
-Screaming out
....but nobody hears a thing.
And by the time she opens her mouth,
When words would usually come out,
they, unfortunately,
fall upon deaf ears,
-of course,
....might as well let them fall to the floor.
No sound escapes from her soul,
nor her heart.
Now...
She states,
as if wondering why it took him this long
What's the point...
In all of this?
She asks.
Asking him,
or herself,
-she's really not sure
just hoping that eventually,
maybe, someday...
a voice will be heard.
A voice...
That belongs
To her.
Not a single word escaped
from either one of their mouths...
and that's where the story lies...
In Silence.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 5:17 PM UTC
How can the man be so worried about me,
When he's the one that's
About to leave?
You think a closed door will scare me?
I'm well aware you turn into Jack at midnight.
But I continue to knock, to bang,
Even rang the bell,
How can you not tell?
I'm still not afraid.
I'm not the one that's afraid of happiness,
I saw the concrete,
I ran and jumped,
I always stand for what I want.
But next to my feet,
I stand and wait,
Hoping he won't leave the spot next to me,
Empty for until it's too late.
If nothing else,
You should know one thing,
It was never the boy,
For the girl
-Me...
I'm the one that ran 2 minutes too late.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 2:15 PM UTC
As she sat at the edge of their bed,
thoughts of the night before flooding her mind,
trying to hold back the tears,
she thanked him for his time.
He says,
"No thanks necessary"
-but she knows and understands on a different level,
just how valuable his time really is,
and how little of it, she actually gets...
-His time, his attention; that's all she wants
So, she thanks him again,
then goes back to her thoughts.
She has a hard time giving up.
Even harder time letting go,
With every failed attempt of getting his attention back,
even if it's only for a moment...
It's those moments she holds,
Close to her heart,
Cherishing them forever.....
and even more when they're apart
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 2:11 PM UTC