Call me before I go,
Hurry up, don’t take too long.
The sun is already melting snow,
And I don’t know how much longer I can hold.
Call me just one more time,
Before I’m gone ,you still have time.
Call me at five before,
Like every birthday night before,
I am afraid to sit here all alone,
Listening to silence fill this home.
Please call me just one more time,
Maybe if I hear your voice, I’ll be fine.
Call me to drown out this noise,
Do what you always did
With nothing but your voice.
Call me, I beg you, just one more time,
Because when I’m gone,
Our love goes out of time.
00:10
It is past midnight,
The halls are quiet, dim.
I’m sitting with packed bags
And shaking hands again.
It’s almost morning,
The sky is turning stone.
And with the first light breaking,
I know I’ll be gone.
22:40
It’s been a year since I left,
And still the silence crawls.
I hoped I’d hear you one last time,
But you never called.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 4:52 PM UTC
Twenty eight years,
I’ve been on this earth.
I haven’t met a promised soul,
Never known the love my favourite songs give birth to.
I did it all,
Just as expected, just right.
Still I am met with rejection,
Cold dissatisfaction every night.
I can’t find love,
I can’t keep a job.
No matter how hard I polish myself,
I still feel broken, flawed.
I am not good enough.
I’ve heard about what people call leeches,
Those who never work a day,
Always pointing fingers outward,
Blaming the world and walking away.
Am I that?
Did I become some good-for-nothing ghost,
A burden dressed in human skin,
Trying hard but failing most?
I always said I couldn’t see myself past thirty.
Maybe it was childish fear,
A young mind unable to picture
Wrinkles, wisdom, passing years.
Or maybe it was something darker,
A window cracked into the future,
Showing me these slowly blooming,
Sharp and terrifying truths hereafter.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC
The One He Chose
He always chose her.
Which confused me,
as her eyes are as dark as mine,
and her brown hair mimics mine.
Perfectly.
He always chose her.
It became even more unclear,
because I was just as intelligent,
and she was the one needing to compete.
Still, he chose her.
And now it made me angry,
because I was the one
who stayed through every hour he needed saving.
He kept choosing her,
even when he claimed she made him angry.
Eventually,
I convinced myself it had to be me.
My eyes.
My hair.
My mind.
Something in me that could never be enough.
So when I chose myself.
It was a surprise.
Because, despite him choosing her.
Everyone else, chose Me.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
I finally made it.
But am I too late?
I’ve gained, but lost love.
Am I now far too late?
I devoted myself to learning,
becoming more.
But did I begin too late?
It is the middle of May,
and June is getting closer.
I am almost there,
at the threshold of twenty-eight.
Did I waste it all?
Did I wait too late?
Is there still love left to find
before twenty-eight?
Did I spend too much time becoming,
and not enough time living?
These are the thoughts
that keep me awake
as I wait
to turn twenty-eight.
May 12
May 12, 2026 at 5:24 PM UTC
Blue was never even my favourite colour.
I just became blue and white to everyone around us, and even to myself, without ever really thinking about it.
Much like you, it became something that defined me.
I loved you, and I loved the sea, and blue was both of your favourite colours.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:59 PM UTC
Summer became my favourite season because i got to spend the whole season with him.
I always loved the beach, there I could do my favourite things; swim in the sea, and read the whole day long, but that was the only good thing about summer.
Until I met him.
Suddenly I was swimming in adventures with him, the kinds I never dared to venture on myself, and I read our texts from dusk till dawn because I couldn’t bare being apart from him even for a moment.
Even when the winter came, the cold and the winds touching my bones, us getting stuck in blizzards while he would drive me home.
I climbed atop of hills with him because we had a silly fight and sat snowed in his car for hours laughing how stupid we are.
I couldn’t feel the cold, even when we hit a slide downhill and thought that this was it, when he grabbed my hand and said it.
i love you.
In that moment of pure adrenaline i knew it too, i loved him. How could I not ? After all, summer was my favourite, and he made it feel like summer all year long.
I knew it was over when my springs got rainy, summers got cold and winters felt freezing. We still sat in that car, but no longer keeping each other warm.
The feelings froze over, and the only fire between us was the burning hatred we had for each other.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 12:22 PM UTC