Hit your mid-life crisis just before 25
Late night drives, full speed pedals, getting high
Don't even need to study if you can keep coasting by
You promise me the world but then you hate it when I cry
Tell me you love me and keep breaking my heart
Say it ends, take a break, and come back right to the start
If we're both red flags why does it hurt to be apart?
I'm always the artist, and I will never be the art
I think that we're ending, I think that its ending
I'm calling it now, so do you wanna place bets?
I think its ending, I hope its not ending
I'm heads, you're tails - I'll raise you 25 cents
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 10:49 PM UTC
I am cursed with the affliction of kindness.
And I will haunt this earth until I have seen the end of all things beautiful.
I prepare my epitaph, so that I may visit my own grave—
and mourn every piece of myself that I changed.
Perhaps this is all I was meant for—
to love until I disappear.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
You loved every inch -
My scars, marks, and bruises.
I carried a part of you, for a time...
And you held me as I bled out on the bed.
You told me I was beautiful.
You cradled my face, and kissed me when I cried.
Your hands made me feel I was worthy.
When you knelt before me, I was.
Jul 4, 2025
Jul 4, 2025 at 1:51 PM UTC
I have your voicemails on repeat,
To hear you say “I love you” again.
You said that you loved me, and I believed you.
You tell me you’re excited to see me.
You tell me how much you miss me,
How you’re leaving Thursday night free for a date.
Did you know then, that you’d leave me behind?
Because your voice still sounds like it’s mine.
Jul 2, 2025
Jul 2, 2025 at 3:08 AM UTC
Sometimes her skeleton doesn’t sit right
Before the sunrise and since midnight
The room filled with haze, her chest is too tight
And with every yawn, eyes open in spite
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 11:29 AM UTC
I’ll take this panic attack
And drive her car right off the road
Off the bridge, that sinking feeling
About to sleep and not explode
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC
I burn my hands washing dishes at home.
Alone, it is lukewarm, cold at best --
So I will eat cake until I am sick.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 12:35 AM UTC
Stagnant water sits still in a silent spring
How suffocating
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 4:03 PM UTC
Leave my heart in the fall
And my head in the spring
Let me sink in the earth
Till I’m part of everything
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 2:17 PM UTC
I am dressed in a gown
A blue paper gown
With the ribbons tied at the front
A crepe paper gown
Open at the front
The kind you scrunch and fist into gift bags
Crepe paper, but thicker, like asking the deli man for a bigger slice
But the white deli paper is folded over my lap
A big paper towel, a napkin
Sep 12, 2024
Sep 12, 2024 at 2:13 PM UTC