i like glitter.
i like movies.
i like to learn.
i like my friends.
i like rebelling.
i like pink.
i like doing dumb things.
i like being creative.
i like making films.
i like girly things.
i like video essays.
i like real essays.
i like articles.
i like books.
i like getting smarter.
i like to write.
i like to read.
i like to speak to interesting people.
i like to speak generally.
i like to stand up for what i believe in.
i like english.
i like hedgehogs.
i like bunnies.
i like cats.
i like feminism.
i like politics.
i like makeup.
i like nighttime.
i like the moon.
i like the sea.
i like smoking.
i like being young.
i like dressing up.
i like being seen.
i like seeing the world through a lens of **********
i like communists.
i like people who have something to say.
i like fools.
i like geniuses.
i like history.
i like comedy.
i like romeo and juliet.
i like shakespeare.
i like queer people.
i like love.
i like magic.
i like black people.
i like women.
i like people who have been put into corners.
i like expressing myself.
i like unicorns.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 1:35 PM UTC
The sun makes your hair feel warm to the touch,
Smelling like lemons and looking lighter than it did last month
The sand gets in your mouth but you don’t notice, or dont mind
And the waves are strong but they are no match for you.
Tell them how big you feel,
They won’t believe you.
When you get home there are strawberries waiting for you on the table, sliced so you won’t choke
The juice drips down your chin and onto the carpet
You make a mess, they shout, you cry
Then you find yourself in their arms
Tell them that you know how to get out of trouble
Tell them how sneaky you are
They won’t believe you, they’ll laugh
And every time you laugh you are loud
You fill the space and make stagnant air move
You scream, you shout, you cry
You can speak and make their ears ring
So tell them how scared you really are
They won’t believe you
You twirl in pink dresses and play with unicorns
You do ballet on Wednesdays in the hall at the retirement centre
You have a skip in your step wherever you go
You call rainy days nice weather so they won’t feel unloved
And your favourite shape is a love heart
You could tell them how free you feel, they won’t believe you
You won’t care
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC
Eat me.
No. Are you crazy?
Eat me.
I told you, I won’t.
What are you talking about?
Eat me.
Is this what your mother taught you?
Eat me.
You’re lucky you even had one.
Mine left long before she taught me anything.
Eat me.
Let alone… this.
Eat me.
I guess you can’t help being crazy.
I’m a little crazy too.
Eat me.
Or maybe this isn’t crazy.
Who am i to say it isn’t love?
Eat me.
Can i trust you?
Eat me.
I know i can’t trust myself.
Eat me.
Or at least i don’t.
Eat me.
No.
It will hurt.
Eat me.
I don’t want to hurt you.
Eat me.
I love you, you know.
Eat me.
Do you love me too?
Eat me.
Will this make you love me?
Eat me.
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 9:50 AM UTC
i was told this is what lovers do but as i hear your heart beat faster when i rest my head inches away from it i remember the things you told me. we are friends. i was told this is what lovers do but you shy your hands away when our fingers touch and i’m not sure if you’re uncomfortable or afraid. i was told this is what lovers do but lovers know that they’re in love. i see moments of fleeting safety and each second feels shorter, feels faster, feels harder to breathe. i feel like i’m drowning when i’m with you but isn’t this what lovers do? you are my sweet release you are my gasp for air but you won’t give me time. i will piece the parts together for you. i will work out what this is. i know this is what lovers do. show me i’m okay please, because my love you have me scared
Dec 26, 2025
Dec 26, 2025 at 1:22 PM UTC
could you please kiss me softly
and leave marks on my skin
show i’m yours
but love me gently
act like we still have time
and i know that’s all we do, act,
but it can taste so sweet
to know love that isn’t necessary
just for this moment
just for us
not real
but alive
Dec 24, 2025
Dec 24, 2025 at 4:18 AM UTC
you asked me my business back in london
i told you i was here for work
i told you i’d met a boy
with long dark hair
and i told you he wore glasses
you asked ‘an intellectual, then?’
i said yes, of a sort.
the type of man you’d raise a family with
the type of man you could never be
the type of man to buy you lilies
when the pay check came in
and spin you around
on the roof of your cheap apartment complex.
i asked if you were still living in your apartment
the one with the large glass windows
that saw the city lights at night-
i miss it, oddly
cause you can’t hear the cars from up there
even though it’s so urban
and i could have sworn you could see big ben
from your large glass windows.
you said no, the rent was raised
and you got fired from your job
but you’d found a nice place in the suburbs
it was small, but you got by
besides, you didn’t need all the extra room
for a girl
i was long gone
and you knew it
i think i waited for you longer than i should've
but you used to spin me around
in front of your large windows
in your expensive apartment complex
and you’d buy me lilies
before the pay check came in
and you were an intellectual.
you used to write poems about me,
i think i must have memorised a couple
though i never really meant to.
still, i had to leave
i could never have raised a family
with a man like you
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 6:26 PM UTC
gut me like an orange.
tear away my skin
till i’m raw and ripe,
ready for you to **** out the juice
swallowing every drop
let me run dry
and make a mess around your mouth
then after chewing me up
and biting me down
spit out my flesh
let me sit
used
discarded
begging to be eaten
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 6:10 AM UTC
my heart fell from my ribs
and the heavy, dense-packed air,
and into you,
my holy water;
you held me up.
when i couldn’t even lift myself.
please, my love, please
baptise me in your everything.
bind me to a world of sacred religion
where prayer is peace
and you are the god.
…i’ll worship you like water.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 1:57 PM UTC
you have the voice of an angel.
oh, my love, your eyes:
they are oceans.
and if that is so…
i suppose i must be drowning.
and your black hair draws me in
like the depths of the night
god knows it was made to hold our secrets.
so run away with me now,
your pale skin fading
like a ghost on horseback.
we can be safe.
we can be free.
Jul 31, 2025
Jul 31, 2025 at 12:00 PM UTC
when my lips are sewn shut by fate
and i can no longer weave my words
in the way i always do,
i’ll tear them till they’re red and raw
unpick every stitch
and twisted knot,
like the ones inside my stomach when my mind is no longer free
and through the blood
that’s seeping into my mouth,
tasting like the pennies i spent
on the pay phone to you,
and dry as the air
from those summer evenings i spent
head out the car window
and thinking of you,
i’ll speak to you
in withered words
and a trembling voice,
begging to be saved
from my endless melancholy
and worshiping your eyes in the sunlight
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 5:35 AM UTC