Dear You,
I miss you in ways
I never knew were possible.
Not like a goodbye,
But like a life
I haven’t lived yet.
We’ve never met—
Not really—
But you already live
In the space between
My ribs and my breath.
I hear your voice
Even in silence.
I laugh at things
We’d only understand.
Your words play
On repeat
In the quiet hours
When I miss you most.
You make the walls feel
Less like barriers
And more like a countdown.
We talk like
Time owes us something—
And maybe it does.
I’ve sent pieces of me
Through calls,
Through photos,
Through every “goodnight”
That meant “stay with me
In my dreams.”
What hurts the most
Isn’t that you’re gone—
It’s that you haven’t
Been here yet.
I want the mornings,
The mess,
The nothing days,
The everything days.
I want your hoodie
On my floor.
Your name
In my calendar.
Your arms
When the world goes quiet.
Until then,
I’ll wait.
Not because I have to—
But because you’re worth it.
And when you’re free,
So are we.
Love always,
Me
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 5:40 PM UTC
She was beautiful—undeniably so,
But it was a truth she’d never know.
Her curse lived deep behind her eyes,
Turning every compliment into lies.
The mirror told a different tale,
Of flaws she traced in harsh detail.
What others praised, she could not see—
Only the girl she should be, not she.
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 4:12 PM UTC
My body was a temple,
But they treated it like a lease—
Temporary pleasure,
Then left without peace.
I ached for love in all the wrong hands,
Mistook desire for sacred commands.
Now I’m wreckage, broken within—
A haunted shell beneath the skin.
It makes me want to tear it apart,
To scrape their names off every part.
I loathe this flesh, this tainted frame…
What once was holy now burns with shame.
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 4:06 PM UTC
You are my fall.
It may not make sense to you,
But autumn is my sanctuary—
And so are you.
I watch the leaves blush into gold,
The way my heart stirs when I think of you.
Fall wraps me in warmth and quiet,
The same peace I find in your voice.
The trees teach me that change can be beautiful,
And I saw it—clear as the crisp October sky—
The moment we spoke.
You are the season I return to,
Again and again,
Because you feel like home.
May 21, 2025
May 21, 2025 at 3:30 AM UTC
I want to get sober
I really do
But it helps me when I can’t breathe
And I can’t seem to ever be able to breathe
Mar 12, 2025
Mar 12, 2025 at 11:28 PM UTC
I am no longer blind to the monsters in this world
I used to think monsters hid in your closet
Or under your bed
But I was young and blind
I see the monsters for who they are now
They don’t hide under your closet
They aren’t waiting under your bed
They are human
The real monsters are us
Jun 16, 2021
Jun 16, 2021 at 2:55 PM UTC