You're a stranger I'll meet in three years
Right now you're asleep on my chest
Tomorrow you'll say you love me for the last time
Yesterday you meant it when you said it
Last month I didn't know you existed
Next month I'll wish that was still true
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:33 PM UTC
Your ex taught you that thing you do with your tongue
Someone's wife taught me to leave before morning
We're just practicing on each other's bodies
For people who will matter more later
Trading damaged goods at discount prices
Both overcharged and still somehow cheated
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:32 PM UTC
Three tequilas past midnight you finally said it
That thing that would have saved us in January
But it's August now and I'm someone else's Thursday night
Your perfect words are homeless in my mouth
Like when you remember the comeback
Years after the argument ended
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:31 PM UTC
We ****** like a house fire for three months straight
Both of us pretending smoke was atmosphere
You called it passion when I bruised your thighs
I called it love when you broke my phone
We confused intensity for intimacy
Until there was nothing left to burn
Sep 14, 2025
Sep 14, 2025 at 4:30 PM UTC
I started leaving parts of me at your apartment
First my toothbrush then my sanity
By June you had my favorite jacket my sleep schedule
My ability to *** without thinking of you
When you left you took nothing forgot everything
And I'm still paying rent on that empty space
Sep 6, 2025
Sep 6, 2025 at 5:56 PM UTC
and throughout Liminality,
a clear emergence:
the space inside transition
that once was uncertainty
could instead be
exploration and freedom;
less control and more agency
as paradoxical as it feels,
in this wild state
in which evolutionary conditions
struggle to adapt
to such frantic
realism
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 1:41 PM UTC
I think they fumbled
when they said
we should pursue happiness
I now think that's something
you stumble
upon
like tripping down stairs
(and equally as painful)
except the bruise
tells you
a secret that neither
the floor above
or an elevator ride
could have told you
from trigger to response
stimulus intensifies
but you cannot stumble upon
without carving a gap
inside
to slow, to ponder
to chew without rumination
to wonder without
expectations
especially from ourselves
that's how you may find it
without hurry, without
anxiety
it'll be a gentle knock
least expected
that has finally
arrived
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
two months later
and it already feels
like a distant dream
the slowly growing hair
the only reminder
of what I've been
through
there is a small sense
of hope
and dreams
like it was a warning sign
even if I did nothing
to deserve it
I just was
and will continue
to be
part of me
thinking its overcome
but another part
still afraid
that this was a trial run
for the real thing.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
would you believe
I only get burnout
from my hobbies
and not my full time
employment?
the ideas explode
faster than I can deploy them
inside,
echoes become
chain reactions
become
nuclear fission
become
tactical explosions
become
mutually assured destruction
I should I should I should
I should certainly rest
without guilt
to take it easy
go for a trip
or simply sleep
alas this drive
I cannot quit
with both the handbrake on
and a strange steering
cliffs and walls approach
I have learned to let go a bit
but there's still so much more
to go.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 1:40 PM UTC
a brush with death
painted with the most gentle
of brushes
a full moon piercing the fog
in between cold, rain, and wind
1x BEP is the name of the game
with the most attentive of nurses
in a calm quiet hospital room
I am the youngest patient there
I get looks
But we all carry the IV stand
just the same
when we use the toilet
Halfway through it's semi-tolerable
no worse than a bad night out
but more persistent
forcing tiny meals through mild nausea
so as to not get worse nausea
through less meals
In the morning, we'd all arrive like school children to the hospital,
my parents driving me, their children driving them
I may even have a crush on a couple of nurses already
but mostly I simply
distract myself from reality
with music, books, movies, social media
and plenty of sleep
it has become a full time job updating everyone
I would be curious too, after all
the catheter is the annoying part
a strange appendix piercing skin
after three stabs to get it right
almost fainting me
I keep expecting this whole thing
to get worse
as the toxic cocktail slowly accumulates
I'm already pretty sensitive
as far as men go
that's why I'm writing this
instead of pretending
it doesn't affect me
at all.
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 1:39 PM UTC