What’s your deal?
Are you shy,
or simply careless?
The curiosity inside me
feels like a question
that will never be answered
until it’s far too late.
Every day,
I watch you drift farther away,
carrying yourself beyond my reach.
So close,
yet impossibly far,
split apart by forces
neither of us can control.
And maybe that distance
is what makes me crave you more.
You built a wall
I ache to break through,
while you fight endlessly
to keep it standing.
I want every hidden piece of you,
even the parts
that ache in silence.
I chase your sweetness
like a stalker addicted to your glaze,
desperate for another glimpse
of what you refuse to give away.
I’d beg for it.
No—
I’d **** for it.
You give your love to people
who do not even care enough
to hold it gently.
Maybe that’s why your walls grew so high,
leaving me with nothing
but the stale air you breathe.
And that is why you’re here now,
trapped within my grasp,
begging for your freedom.
But if you refuse to stay,
I’ll take what I cannot have.
There is something beautiful
about keeping the impossible.
You’ll die here with me.
Your final sight—
the eyes of someone
who truly loved you.
And your final sensation
will be the feeling
of being protected.
Maybe obsession
is just love
left alone too long.
6d ago
May 28, 2026 at 4:15 PM UTC
It’s only now that I notice
the toxic chemicals hidden within our love.
Like drugs, they keep pulling me back
every time I try to leave you behind.
You have me addicted to you,
and I hate how safe you make me feel.
Whenever I talk to you,
every inconsolable thought disappears
like my sadness never existed.
You once drove a knife into my heart,
yet patched the wound so gently
that I still chose to love you anyway.
You saved me.
You comforted me.
And somehow you did all of that
through a **** screen.
But I don’t want words anymore.
I want you to hold me.
I want you to stay,
even though I know I won’t always have you.
We’re just kids,
and I’m tired of falling in love
with the right people
at the wrong time.
Every person I’ve ever loved
has ended with the knife.
The knife always wins,
and my heart is always the thing left bleeding.
Still, those toxic chemicals pull me back,
and the cycle continues
while I stand in the middle of it,
still not knowing how to stop.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 9:49 PM UTC
One half of my heart you stole from me
and placed upon a table
where you stood holding a knife in your left hand
and a warm, soft cloth in your right.
I trusted you with my life and my soul,
but I was always terrified of trusting you with my heart.
The first girl I had ever looked at
and dared to call it love.
And it was love.
I loved you so deeply,
and I always looked after your heart.
I fed it kindness
and watered it with happiness.
Even through the rough times,
I still cared for it gently.
A knife or a warm, soft cloth?
Your heart was always on the right side of me.
Even with the devil screaming in my ear,
I still kept you on the right side.
What did I do to make you like this?
What happened that I missed?
Please tell me.
I want to know.
Was my heart too much to look after?
Did you run out of food and water for it?
I felt the pressure that day.
I felt the knife ripping and tearing my heart in half.
You chose the left side.
The knife.
Give it back, I beg you.
Every word that fell from your mouth
drove the blade deeper into my heart.
Give it back, I beg you.
Stop talking.
Don’t speak.
Just give it back.
Please—give my heart back.
“Fake love,” you called it.
How could you be so cruel?
That was the moment I changed.
I am inconsolable now.
Nobody can undo
the feelings you left inside me.
The only way I’ll ever be free from your knife
is if I forget you.
But I don’t want to forget you.
I want to love you.
Yet you will never accept that, will you?
You don’t have to.
I’ll accept it for you,
along with all the pain that follows behind it.
I will try my hardest to forget you.
I’m sure you’re trying to do the same.
From this moment on,
I will learn from my mistakes.
At least…
I hope I will.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 9:29 PM UTC
Under a blackened sky absent of your precious moon,
I sit in silence, drowning in despair as I wait for the light.
You emerge from the shadows inch by inch,
and I freeze beneath your gaze like a deer before blinding headlights.Your presence feels like a beautiful call to me,
and your voice, a sweet sensation.
As I speak to you,
light fills my glistening eyes.
You are simply easy to love.
like a butter knife sliding through butter,
or tasting your favorite ice cream on a summer night.
As the moonlight fades away,
I catch a glimpse of you.
Your eyes, your body,
so sweet, so calm.
And the smile resting on my face
could light up the entire sky
Such a strong pull toward what I imagined was a gentle man.
How could I have been so wrong?
A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
that’s what you were.
As you wrapped me inside a nightstorm made of nothing but you.
What I thought was a light touch
became something far deeper
as your hands gripped my body.
What I believed to be a soft whisper in my ear
was only the desperate sound of lust.
And what I thought was a longing for connection
through our bodies
turned into a restless pull I could no longer escape.
You are dangerous and cruel beyond measure,
sinking your teeth deeper into me.
Your grip tightens with every second,
until I can feel the weight of you
ripping through my skin and invading my thoughts.
Yet the harsher you become,
the deeper I sink into the trance
your poison created.
ou drain every piece of me
while satisfaction stains your brightened lips.
Helpless beneath you,
I watch you pull your disguise back over your skin.
Your pale eyes search endlessly,
starved for another soul to consume.
But my blood is too intoxicating to abandon,
and so you drag me into the forest
beneath a blackened sky. Even knowing what you are,
I cannot turn away.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 9:43 PM UTC
I become distracted as the bright, hot sun flashes above me.
Trying to hold myself together as sweat glistens from my face.
Bored by the dragging hours, hoping the day would end,
until my eyes met the brown eyes the sunlight danced upon.
The air no longer burns
as I drown deeper in your direction.
Standing there like a tall drink of water,
sounding like you belong.
But now I know I belong each time you drift closer.
Your body slightly resting against my leg,
tension curls through the silence.
Could this be a fire that even cold water cannot ****
An undiscovered taste you leave in my mouth
when I speak to you in fear.
Should I bite?
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 11:49 PM UTC
¨Love¨.
A frequently used word that has been passed around for ages and ages.
A word that has no meaning to half of mankind, and a word that is overlooked and forgotten over the time you spend saying it.
To me, love means you’d walk through hell and back just to protect the person who holds your heart.
That’s what I mean when I say ‘I love you.’
So if love is something we all claim to understand, then why is there always so much confusion surrounding it.
To you, love is just a word passed from one mouth to another.
But do you truly feel the weight of the pain and damage it can carry once it leaves your lips?
I don’t think you truly do, because you lie, cheat, and diminish both me and your own name every time you do.
I truly believe that to love someone, you must first learn to love yourself.
Let me teach you, let me show you the way.
Let me hold your hand and guide you away from all your insecurities and trauma.
So maybe one day you'll love me and strip me from all things that branch from hate.
When I look into your eyes I see the capability I see the soul that doesn't know how to feel.
I’ll guide you through milk-white oceans until the feeling reaches you too.
Hold me as you breathe in relief, knowing you can finally feel love.
In your heart and flowing through your body.
Then release that breath slowly, so I can take every part of it into myself.
And in that moment, maybe we’ll finally understand what love means.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 11:47 PM UTC
What happened to me?
These rapid feelings have never done me justice. Every day is the same battle, the same weight pressing against my chest. I don’t know where it comes from, but it hurts. The pain is unbearable and it’s killing me from the inside out.
I hide from it. I run from it, or at least I try to. But this darkness keeps following me. And when it finally catches up, because it always does, I break. I cry until I can’t breathe, and I can’t stop myself. I can’t save myself from it.
But part of me needs it. I need that ******* drug, and I don’t even know why. It’s haunted me my entire life. When I cried for my father’s love. When I cried for my mother’s presence. When I begged to be freed from that dangerous, dreadful grasp that never seemed to loosen.
I tried to smile. I tried to look at my life as something I could shape and mold into meaning. But can I really change it into something I’m proud of? Something worth needing?
Help me.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 11:45 PM UTC