my starlet, my angel, where did you go?
i left on the porch light, i waited at home
the morning, it stole you away from my sight
i left on the porch light
i waited all night
my rosemary daughter, you gave no goodbye
the mist on the water etched cracks in the sky
a dream or a vision, a prayer or a cry
you gave me no warning, a gravestone, a lie
the morning, it stole you without saying why
i left on the porch light
until the bulb died
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 3:23 AM UTC
what if i
drove through the curve too fast?
got myself into a fiery crash?
swallowed one too many pills?
choked until my body stilled?
took a blade to my wrists?
got too sick and tired of this?
laid to sleep naked in the snow?
bled out somewhere nobody knows?
made you all hate me before i leave?
finally let myself rest in peace?
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 12:41 AM UTC
it's been a while since someone said i make em proud
i keep quiet but my bad thoughts are so loud
i go out every week with the same crowd
life's good for now, it won't last
it's been a while since i let someone see me cry
am i okay? i hate when you make me lie
honestly i just keep it bottled up inside
if i stay busy, i'm alright
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 10:11 PM UTC
you don't have to love me anymore
i've lost all feeling
i don't think you love me anymore
staring at my ceiling
you don't have to hold me anymore
i've saved myself before
pull myself off the floor
you don't have to drown here anymore
i'll find no one better but you will
i don't wanna hurt you anymore
you don't have to love me anymore
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 4:53 PM UTC
i'll give you *** for cigarettes
if that's what you want
stomp me out and move onto whoever's next
leave me, used, on the curb
smoke in your lungs, i'll leave a stain
burns on your fingertips
you won't forget me, hard as you try
at least i'll be useful for a while
at least i made you feel good, huh?
was it worth it to **** my spark?
you never meant a single word you said except that you would destroy me.
i saw this coming, we all did.
i still choose to try
May 13
May 13, 2026 at 11:13 AM UTC
opening as a flower; as a fragile pink rose learning its own beauty
opening as eyes unto a pair of matching blues holding your gaze; they see right through you.
"the look of love", they call it, but it elicits nothing but fear
as a flower breathes its air, as the evening sun swallows the horizon, so you do as you must
(the question is whether you will answer to the gaze or avoid it.)
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 6:47 PM UTC
and i'll say "it's for the better"
and say "i'm not surprised"
but you can see the hope slowly draining from my eyes
i'll laugh it off and say it's fine
and go to bed and cry all night
"i'm okay" and "i'm just tired"
"you need to eat", but do i?
i'll go home early just to hide from my family
no one knows what this house is like
no one sees me quietly dying
but it'll all get better come july
it'll all get better come july
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 12:38 AM UTC
The words rested heavy in the air. What a funny thing, Andre thought to himself. Humans are always rushing around, always have someplace to be, something to do, things to see and learn and discover. Leaving things unfinished, what a funny idea. What a messy bunch of creatures. What a delightfully beautiful messy species.
May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
look at me, i feel homesick
want my dog in the door
and the light in the kitchen
from the fridge on the floor
and the faint overhearing
of my mom on the phone
through the walls of my bedroom
things that i shouldn't know
am i losing my family
every minute i'm gone?
what if my little brother thinks my leaving was wrong?
May 5
May 5, 2026 at 2:53 AM UTC
your soft doe eyes didn't see me in time
i came through like a meteor
burned right through your vulnerable
i know it's not right, my dear
my angel, my baby, i didn't see you in time
didn't swerve to spare your life for mine
my sweet little one, i swear it looks like you're asleep
on the side of the street, in the ditch where you dream
i didn't hold your hand as you bled out, i ran
i'm sorry, my love, i just ran
the road won’t forget what i tried to outrun
the trees saw me holding the smoking gun
it hums with the guilt of what i became
and every mile marker is a witness to my shame
counting the distance between me and the blame
Apr 30
Apr 30, 2026 at 1:14 AM UTC