And if I'm your best friend,
out of all your friends, why am I the one you always fend?
I don't get it, it's always like this,
you act so annoyed with me but with other people you say being around them is bliss.
It hurts to see, you know?
it feels like a harsh blow,
to my attached heart cold and slow.
It's such a shame,
knowing that my name,
behind my back you talk,
at first finding out was a shock,
now it's just disappointment in the person that you've become,
which I know will soon make me feel numb.
So, why, if for you I am always there,
you reaching out first feels rare?
I miss you so much,
you, your words and your warm touch.
But if your other friends leave and you decide to come back,
my heart will finally crack,
and it won't even be the same again,
and I'll for long remember how you treated me back then.
Apr 15
Apr 15, 2026 at 7:00 AM UTC
I watch you from afar,
carefully observing you like my favorite star.
Every new follower, every new like, every new video,
I take multiple photos as a mimeo,
as if the next time I wake up you're gonna be gone,
because I'll never forget what I felt that day at dawn.
The overwhelmong sadness,
filled with confusion, hurt and the numbness,
seeing your profile say 'user not found'
was like opening a never closing wound.
You never knew how many times I've wanted to text,
never knowing if I should just move on to the next,
even though I knew it was coming,
it didn't mean I wasn't aware of who you were becoming.
Nobody ever knew the pain I was in for such a stupid relationship,
no one ever wondered how many love songs I had to skip,
all because they reminded me of you,
the one who everyone but me saw through,
whom everybody expect me knew would hurt me,
but I didn't listen to because I didn't know how it would really be.
I watch you from afar,
knowing that it'll just leave a deeper scar.
Mar 1
Mar 1, 2026 at 10:37 AM UTC
Grapes are an easy snack,
just wash them and eat.
You can find them easily;
at the store,
on trees when the time is right.
They're crunchy,
sweet,
make you drool slightly when biting into one.
They're good with other fruit,
strawberries, blueberries, you name it.
but alone, they're not enough to fill you up.
They're like a refreshing taste,
especially during hot days,
when all you want to do is relax with friends.
That's what I think when I need to write about myself;
I'm a good person,
I'm fun,
you can be my friend easily,
and people enjoy hanging out with me and other people.
But never alone.
They make excuses to leave,
say something about parents and family,
and I know it's all fake.
I'm never good enough to be around when alone
But I'm the best host of hangouts with multiple people.
Hangouts where I'm there just enough to not be considered 'left out'
but not there enough to be anyone's first pick.
Everyone always looks at others first,
leaving me standing there,
alone with people around me.
"Sorry, next time I'll pick you!"
is something I've heard thousands of times.
Group projects, games, p.e.
They all end the same;
no one ever wants to pick me.
There but not there, just like grapes.
There for the sweet flavor, but not enough to be looked at
as if they're anyone's first pick when eating a fruit salad.
Feb 25
Feb 25, 2026 at 1:38 PM UTC
Am I just like a cake?
I'm fun, I'm happy, I'm good, but only when it's convenient.
I'm only searched for a few times for certain occasions,
I'm there when you're with alone, celebrating, with friends if I'm lucky.
but the rest of the time, for what am I needed?
Maybe I'll be in a few videos every now and then,
But videos with the same person and another food will always be preferred.
You'll destroy me, layer by layer,
You'll make a mess out of me, and then leave until you have to clean up,
Frosting, crumbs and sprinkles will be all over the place, just like my emotions, thoughts and feelings.
You'll enjoy me when the time is right,
And then leave me behind when you finish everything I've given you.
I give and I give, just for people to leave.
I'm enjoyable, fun to be around while it lasts but,
it's never forever.
Just like a piece of cake, it's gonna end sooner or later
Just like your love for me.
So, every night, I wonder,
Am I just like a cake?
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 3:21 PM UTC