bag on your lap,
shoes untied,
i watch every blink like a timeline.
youre my perfect boy,
in your imperfect style,
messy hair,
tired eyes,
how do you still look so pretty?
dont change a thing,
not a thing,
stay perfect.
youre my perfect boy,
driving me crazy,
youre perfect for me,
not for a movie screen,
just this scene.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 7:40 PM UTC
You’re my sun,
I’m your moon.
“you’re pretty as the moon,”
you say—
"way prettier".
“and you’re bright,” I answer,
“you kiss me like the sun.”
you light me up from miles away,
and I shine back what you give me.
Even when we’re apart,
we’re still pulling at each other,
still finding each other in the dark
Dec 13, 2025
Dec 13, 2025 at 10:34 PM UTC
you do this thing to me,
like my soul suddenly remembers
how to glow.
not fireworks,
not some dramatic movie moment,
just that warm, fizzy pop
of a soda being opened
on a really good day.
that’s the yippie effect.
you say my name
in that stupid sweet way,
and something in my chest
does a somersault
like it’s trying out for the olympics.
i try to play it cool,
but my heart is a traitor.
it hears your voice
and starts wagging its metaphorical tail
like “OH MY GOD IT’S HIM,
EVERYONE ACT NATURAL..
NO ACTUALLY DON’T,
GO FERAL.”
and beneath all the jokes and chaos,
there’s this steady truth.
you make me feel safe,
and wanted,
and seen,
and held,
even from what feels like a whole different world.
my heart says yippie skippy
because you’re my favorite person,
my comfort hoodie i don’t even own yet,
my calm in the panic,
my spark in the grey.
you don’t just make me happy.
you make me feel alive
in the soft way,
the good way,
the “oh thank god, i found you” way.
that’s the biggest yippie of all.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:28 PM UTC
theres a whisper under the surface,
a ghost of a feeling,
not pain, not hunger,
just a flicker of remembering.
my body hums the tune
of an old song I don’t sing anymore,
the kind that echoes in the bones
even when the mouth stays closed.
i dont miss the hurt
i miss the quiet it used to bring,
the way the noise would stop
for half a heartbeat.
now i stand in the light,
razor set aside,
teaching my hands
a new kind of stillness.
a new kind of quiet,
the quiet and peace he brings me,
its my hope.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 2:44 PM UTC
the moon’s like me,
half okay on its own,
but when it finds its other light,
its other half,
it glows different.
softer, braver,
like it finally remembers
who it was shining for all along.
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 12:47 PM UTC
The moon waits for us,
two shadows beneath its light,
together at last.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 2:52 PM UTC
I keep catching myself
thinking about this one thing,
soft, perfect,
the kind of comfort i shouldnt miss this much.
i picture it in my arms,
not imagined,
not far away,
but real, something i can feel breathing,
like its close enough to keep forever.
and i know exactly
what I’m wishing for.
not just a stuffy,
but my stuffy.
the one that feels
a little too perfect to exist,
except, you do.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 6:51 PM UTC
you make the world softer,
like morning light through blinds.
yet somehow heavier too..
like a weight i dont want to set down
just to prove my strength
every laugh with you
fills the cracks I thought would stay forever,
but loving you also opens doors
to fears i've nailed shut.
i hold your hand
and feel so soft yet breakable,
like glass wrapped in velvet.
you are the calm and the storm,
and I am always both grateful and afraid.
still
i choose the risk,
the way my chest twists around your name.
because even though its complicated,
you are worth it.
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 7:55 PM UTC
Nothing works,
I took all they gave.
Therapy,
Diagnoses,
Drugs.
And they took all I had.
Blades,
Technology,
Privacy,
My sense of self.
All to get "better."
"Better."
It seems that nothing works.
I'm just the same as before.
Or - I can't remember before,
I don't think I was there for that,
I was off where my own thoughts couldn't hurt me
(Maybe it got so bad because I wasn't there. I let go of my body and let It take the steering wheel and steer me towards my death.)
All I know is that right now, I feel like
nothing.
nothing.
nothing.
You were supposed to fix it.
What happened?
Why does nothing work?
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 6:10 PM UTC
The pills smooth the static,
quiet the rattling wires in my chest.
For a while,
I remember what it feels like to breathe without splinters.
But the bell rings,
the halls swarm,
and suddenly the air is teeth again.
every glance is a spotlight,
every sound, a hammer.
My calm dissolves
under fluorescent ceilings an hour at a time—
until the medicine feels
like water poured
into. a. burning. house.
...
I swallow each dose
like a prayer,
but school drowns it out,
and I’m left wondering
if healing is meant to vanish
the moment I walk through those doors.
I drag myself through the weeks and the noise,
holding a bottle that promises
more than it delivers.
Maybe it’s me.
Maybe nothing’s enough to quiet a storm
that keeps finding new ways to break.
and so i keep swallowing,
keep hoping,
keep sitting in classrooms
where my heartbeat is louder
than the teacher’s voice—
pretending the medicine is working,
pretending i am too.
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 7:26 PM UTC