it’s been a long cold winter
and only a month since I saw you last
my eyes stay wet
I lie and say it’s **** or the weather
nothing keeps me warm like you did
Oct 31, 2024
Oct 31, 2024 at 7:05 AM UTC
the feeling of rot, the broken glass, the feeling of lead, it doesn’t pass. I am sinking and the air in my lungs leaves me, but all I can think is that once during a good summer we fished here. I held the bucket and you cast the line and like the fish fell off the hook you left
soon I will pay to make the feelings stop
Oct 29, 2024
Oct 29, 2024 at 5:02 AM UTC
she is everything
godly radiance
her warmth envelops me
stabbing
piercing through
within her light
I am known
but I am burning
desecrated, yet blessed by the flames
too close, and yet too far away?
amalgamated I fall
melted wax
feathers
flesh
idiocy
it feels divine
Jul 8, 2024
Jul 8, 2024 at 4:37 AM UTC
or was it the other way around?
when I made the decision to give myself to her, I felt my soul
yearn
to be torn apart
like cells splitting in half,
simply because
something within them
told them to
have you ever seen a mother make a sandwich for a child?
she uses this kind of jam
because that's the only kind they like,
and she cuts it just this particular way
so that it fits in their lunch box
I wanted to cut my heart into shapes that she would like.
coquette cookie cutters stamped into mounds of muscle
and arteries
and sinew
for a girl that said I was special
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 7:25 AM UTC
I tell my friends on the first day
she's the first person
to ask me out
and I tell my friends
everything about her
(I've always been bad at managing expectations)
[we met at my job.
she thought I was ten years older than I am. I thought
she was three years older]
and a week later when she tells me she isn't ready for a relationship, I will tell her I'm not either
(I've always been a liar)
"who is, really?" she asks, relieved
I don't know how to answer that
because
(I've always been a *******
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 6:56 AM UTC
I fell through what felt like a void as the worst four years of my life passed
months felt like minutes and the clock made a game of going quicker to spite me
and all the while I withered like a houseplant locked in a closet
I cut myself off from everyone, even family. I wanted to hurt
hell had finally caught me
and I was being
dragged
down
now that I have crawled out, I look back at the person that I was as I was falling
and I don't like what I see
Mar 5, 2024
Mar 5, 2024 at 6:30 AM UTC
I think people are like cookies
not in the way that they are
the best thing ever created
(because in way they are and are not)
they are like a cookies because just walking by one
you will never know what's on the inside
you will only find out by
taking a chunk out
analyzing the insides
seeing if there are any raisins in there (ew)
or if they're more of an M&M kinda person
maybe they look just like a chocolate chip
but have a dried apricot in the middle....??
or maybe they're more of a chocolate brownie bite
with fudge inside and a chip on top
maybe they're a double chocolate cookie,
or maybe a jam thumbprint
or maybe even a store-bought, ****** Lofthouse style
you know the kind
with the icing that tastes like pure chemicals and
pink dye
with loads of soft sprinkles on top
those cookies have got to be the worst
Jun 15, 2021
Jun 15, 2021 at 1:27 PM UTC
my heart is made of stone
all these years you've broken through
my each and every bone
i have no love to give you,
my heartstrings are pulled taught
all the time that we have spent
will soon be all for naught
i have no love to give you,
i'm as empty as the sky
no love for you if i don't
even want to stay alive
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 1:10 AM UTC
no, i am not a first grader
incapable of knowing when to capitalize
and i type in lowercase to be nonchalant
i don't capitalize 'i' because
i am not important
my self worth is lower than the Mariana Trench
it's hard for me to even address
myself without feeling annoying
i am not more important than the word prestigious
i'm not more pretty than the word beautiful
i am not as nice as the word affectionate
i'm not as secure as the word trustworthy
it's so hard to reprogram your brain to accept
that you can be of some worth, that you can be
desirable at all after years of too much thinking
and being alone and trapped in my mind
everyday i must try my best to remind myself
that the subject of a sentence is being
complemented by the beautiful words
like the way a close friends complement you
i have to remember that there are people there for me
even if my head tries to tell me otherwise
it's a struggle every time, but
'I'
just have to try
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 5:25 PM UTC
the flowers that grow on the trees
look like
muted explosions
but not malicious enough to hurt the eye
the flowers are so tender and soft
and all i can see is nature's true beauty
as the gentle breeze animates the trees
we're standing in my driveway
and it's a vivid spring day
pastel tones tones
swaying lightly in the wind
their sweet fragrance is
only noticeable if you are close
close enough to disregard
the fact that you have allergies and asthma and should
not inhale pollen...
close enough that when you reach out and
touch the branch the impossibly small petals
break free and fall slowly to the ground. . .
close enough that i watch as the petals brush your face
and you are,
for the minute,
at peace.
May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 4:15 PM UTC
