Love, to me, is to be considered.
Not in grand gestures or fleeting fireworks,
but in the quiet, steady ways of choosing.
It is when both feelings are weighed
before decisions are made,
when being thought of in the midst of busy days
means more than flowers and chocolates
offered after apologies.
Because love, to me, is not convenience.
Not something you remember only when it fits.
It is something you carry,
something you keep,
even in the hollow days
when we both feel empty.
Apr 3
Apr 3, 2026 at 6:18 AM UTC
May this month bring the peace
the past months could never offer—
the unsaid farewells of January
the silent quitting of February
the letting go of March
the acceptance of April
the rediscovery of May
the yearning of June
the uncertainty of July
and the spiraling of August.
May what remains of this year
be written in stardust
and quiet miracles.
Sep 2, 2025
Sep 2, 2025 at 10:28 PM UTC
We blame it on Mercury retrograde—
the missing, the craving,
the ghosts from our past.
We blame it on the stars—
the weight of wanting someone
we swore to forget.
We blame it on everything
but ourselves,
so we don’t feel guilty
for repeating the cycle
we promised to break.
Aug 11, 2025
Aug 11, 2025 at 11:51 PM UTC
I’ve felt this shift before,
and this time,
I refuse
to crumble beneath it.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
Does it have to be heavy today?
Can I not carry
every memory,
every almost,
every ache—
just for today?
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 12:18 PM UTC
I've seen love burn like wildfires—
Born of passion, but doomed by desires.
Engulfed in flames of anger and darkness,
Consuming hearts to war and madness.
They spiral, trying to quench the pain,
Only to stoke the fumes again.
They kept burning, burning, and burning—
Until all that’s left were charred bones and yearning.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 11:06 PM UTC
You're a poison dressed in lover's skin,
A saint outside, a sin within.
Each time I try to walk away,
You pull me close with words that play.
I drank your lies like sacred wine,
And told myself that you were mine.
But every kiss, a sinking stone—
I drown in you, and die alone.
So take what's left—my breath, my will,
Your silence fits me softer still.
If I must die to feel your bliss,
Then let me fade in serpent's kiss.
Jun 8, 2025
Jun 8, 2025 at 12:36 PM UTC
We used to meet where moments whispered fate—now time drifts past, and we're always a beat too late.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 2:58 AM UTC
Sky's awfully clear tonight.
Filled with undying twinkling stars.
It's so beautiful.
It's making me sad.
Feb 3, 2025
Feb 3, 2025 at 1:37 PM UTC
Captivated by the spell I was under,
And you were that sorcerer with the evil laughter.
But believe me, it was never my intention,
To fall under this illusion.
My friends been telling me to quit,
But I can't cause your acts are way so sweet.
Like an addict who can't resist,
The drug that shortens her life to exist.
It's been two years since I knew you by name,
And since then, I can't get you out of my brain.
It started off with a tease,
But I don't want to end it like this.
I love it boy when you are clingy,
I hate it when you're busy.
And you literally love it when I'm mad,
Every time you've done something bad.
I hate it at times when you ignore me, like hey!
Was it too selfish of me to ask for just a day?
And I miss those butterflies inside my little tummy,
Every time you're around with me, my dummy.
I guess, I still got tons of words left to say,
And to thank you in every other way,
But I'm afraid you cannot,
Read this piece of nut.
Because you see, it's 2:59
But you're still not mine.
All those years I've wonder,
What am I even to you? Oh brother!
I know this poem is so lousy,
Written by a girl, whose thoughts are so messy.
It's obvious, I'm no Edgar Allan Poe,
To write you a nice poem with words found under a toe.
But give me some time and light,
To gather all the courage and might.
And someday when our future is bright,
I might give this poem to you as a sweet delight.
Jan 21, 2025
Jan 21, 2025 at 3:27 AM UTC