When I say I love you,
What I really mean to say
is that I'm completely
crazy for you.
When I say I love you,
I hope you don't hear
my voice breaking
as I await the automatic response.
When I say I love you,
I don't mean it as a joke
two girls would make to
call attention to themselves.
Like clockwork,
I'll tell you,
a million times, infinitely,
and again once more.
Because,
I know that if
I don't tell you
a million times over,
infinitely,
and again once more,
I'll lose you.
You, that star I watch every night,
in admiration, but knowing
If I choose not to prove my dedication,
this unbalanced love
may just fizz out
and
away.
3d ago
May 31, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
I regret that I ever told you.
Even from the first second the words
slipped from my lips
to your ears
I knew it was a mistake.
You begged for me
to give in, to tell you
what it is I was keeping from you,
but you never really understood
that secrets were not
meant
to
be
told.
And even when I did,
You were still not satisfied.
You kept pinching and
stretching my heart to its brink.
"I gave you my life,
This is what you repay me with?"
And all of a sudden,
You clench my hand a little tighter
and I don't know if you are upset,
or protective of the innocent girl
you thought you had lost.
You guilt-trip me into a place
I know I don't belong,
but it feels like
I'm now living in a home
where the walls are
slowly
closing in on me,
and all youth and innocence
I had always known
is
finally
lost.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 9:18 PM UTC
I swear I don't think about you
the moment I rise from my sheets
and drag myself to the bathroom,
and fix my hair
for no one in particular.
I still find laundry boring,
and why would I be humming
love songs
as I fold
that one sky blue shirt
that most definitely
does not remind me of your
eyes?
Every task almost seems like
waves crashing down upon me nowadays.
But then I imagine your face,
oh god, your smile,
and I swear,
it makes me want to fly through
those waters to find you.
I can't promise that I'm not obsessed,
and I can't promise that I wouldn't
sob for days if you were to leave me.
But,
I can tell you that there is always,
always, a table reserved, just for us,
in my heart.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:36 PM UTC
They’re so pretty,
It hurts.
I’m not talking about boys,
I’m talking about…
I don’t know who I like.
I don’t know what I am,
and I don't think I ever will.
I don’t want a label
forcing me to conform
into one group.
I want to fit in. I’m normal.
But in which way?
I don’t know what to do.
It’s not like I get to choose
Who I love…
Don't make me choose
between him or her.
Maybe I like both.
But I guess I chose you.
That’s normal.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 9:00 PM UTC
I don’t know
if you're the reason
why I hate her.
Spilling all of your
secrets "by accident",
just to make me envy
and loathe what it is
that you tell her
and never me.
I could care less
about what it is
that she speaks about.
I just can't seem to understand
why she's
telling
me,
when I always thought
that was your job.
Should I even try
to convince myself that there is a reason
as to why I'm not the one
you trust?
Or do I already know it
by heart?
Maybe,
It is because of this very poem.
Maybe,
if you find it, you will feel sorry
for me.
Or.
You will just think
I am a self-pitying
human, who only cares
about her(self).
Maybe you would be right.
You would probably be right.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 8:38 PM UTC
I wonder
How you do it.
You have that magical way
Of making me feel wanted.
I love that about you.
I wish you would talk more
About yourself.
(Yes, some already talk
A bit too much about themselves…
…but not you)
Oh, my love, you would not
Understand how intently I would listen.
Tell me your dreams, your past loves,
Your truth.
I will listen.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 11:12 AM UTC
Sometimes
I wish that all of this was normal
I wish that we could be like any other
One of those fairy tale couples-
Where the prince saves the princess
And everyone cheers him on.
He’s not embarrassed to love.
Why is it that people would stare?
Why would they care?
Just because it is something different,
Something new.
No,
No one would write a story about us.
Would our fairy tale end up a tragedy?
Would it end the same exact way as the original?
No one would know, would they?
They wouldn’t dare write about it,
would they?
Sometimes
I long for the feel of your hand in mine;
Giggling as I walk you to your next class,
Making me late for mine, but I wouldn’t care.
I wish that I wasn’t so afraid. But I know
The consequence.
There is no author telling me what to do this time
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:49 AM UTC
You love someone.
You won’t tell me who.
You told her instead.
I tell myself that there’s only one reason
You won’t tell me.
Do I hope it’s true?
After all, what would I do
With all that love?
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:47 AM UTC
The way it roars and tears through my stomach.
The way it urges me to do something
I'll be sure to regret.
Just when I think I am the yours,
Just when I am finally satisfied,
That's when she decides to show her face.
Always prettier, always smarter,
Always on that ******* phone with you.
And she knows it.
It's intoxicating, really.
This feeling. Perhaps it explains
All those sleepless nights. Longing,
Longing for the warmth of your arms again.
Tossing, turning, crying, bawling,
Convincing myself that
You are telling the truth
When you say that
You love me.
It's like I've always known
That I was second-best.
Like I'm waiting for a text that will never be sent,
And a "sorry" without something for you to apologize for.
It makes my head spin,
Makes me want to crash to the floor in tears, reaching for your hands.
Makes me want to scream like a toddler treated as just "entertainment".
But most of all,
It makes me feel like I'm losing
To someone
Who doesn't deserve you.
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:46 AM UTC
I have many friends,
But have never
felt so lonely.
I have a best friend,
But no one’s best friend
Is me.
Oh...
I beg for you to confide
In me.
Not the other one.
She knows
What she is doing.
I have known you longer,
I exclaim.
Then why does she
Love me more?
She would reply.
You care for me,
But for her more.
Why?
I ask myself,
Why am I never
Enough?
Why don’t you trust me?
Why don’t I try harder?
Why aren’t I happy where I am?
Why am I second best?
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 10:44 AM UTC