I used to write so eloquently—
unequivocally truthful.
Words dripped from my fingertips,
bleeding through papers ///
and shirts
and the fabric of eternity.
But now, the words would be too real.
God, I wish I could speak to you
so fluently,
but I’m losing my social fluency.
The ink bleeds
(it’s bleeding all over
and smearing)
crap, no,
nobody can see these words!
(it’s wrong, isn’t it?)
why do I bleed?
why am I made of water?
had i chose to write in graphite,
this wouldn’t be happening.
(unable to erase)
ink stains
fades
smears
and isn’t easy to clean up.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I didn’t mean to bleed all over your floor
(feelings to bury)
| you’re so last summer, taking back sunday
Dec 22, 2025
Dec 22, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC
2 am
i thought you should know
i thought you should know
kisses in the summer
your touch / a cracked sculpture
are you ashamed?
/ kiss me where water meets sky
sky and paper written
/ la langue qu’un autre ne comprend pas
ils ne comprennent pas
comme j’adore les ans de ta cœur
et linger, linger like a note
reverberating
je m’appelle …
et tu? tu t’appelles…
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 2:09 AM UTC
i spoke
therefore, i died
(you called)
(my name)
/ in the dark
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 11:53 PM UTC
I lived my life
apologizing for my existence
fabricating a distance
between what is me
& what is a plea.
Tell me,
Tell me, does it ever / get easy?
I ran from my own being
lost in seeing
seeing what’s to be
what’s not to be.
Tell me,
Tell me, does it ever / get easy?
To exist?
Would I be missed?
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 5:20 PM UTC
Notes written in
the clavicle of the soul /
unknown to most,
spoken softly over a sunset.
Scattered across
the city /
these words
murmur the truth /
the lilac confession
of kisses. . .
how can I say it?
i am just as fearful /
a ***** staring
up at the barrel of a gun /
eyes wide, tail tucked
if I tell you,
would you run?
words spill /
like the water running
down this stream.
oh, what bright eyes /
you have!
you’re a fox like me.
more than fearful /
gaze averted,
aloof alliteration.
i nuzzle you /
kiss you lilac /
a curious fondness
of these/three words.
[ redacted ]
sunrise, all soft /
like a curtain of sorbet.
watching your ears
perk up,
i notice how far
the fence is.
wait! you’re over there /
you nod and look my way.
just jump over,
I suggest.
A thought /
autumn in your heart /
you write your own
lilac confession
and slip through,
curling up next to me.
next to me /
i sense your fear
like the hunter
stalking in the dark /
I must confess,
we are one in the same / and
I will hold your heart gently.
we’re safe here.
the hunter has passed /
reading these words in the
maroon and ember of fall /
to each other.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 9:08 PM UTC
simply,
I must confess . . .
I adore you
and perhaps love you.
may I kneel and
worship you?
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 3:00 AM UTC