Short her hair falls,
falls over glasses.
Silently calls.
The air is molasses.
Calming hand lands,
lands on my body.
I want'd this chance.
My mind is too shoddy.
Perfect is she,
she with the glasses.
Beautiful, funny,
the girl with the glasses.
Maybe she's too-
too perfect for me.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 8:26 PM UTC
I'm so numb
I have no reason to sleep
But I am so bored staring at screens
And I'm so sad
But I'm the one who jokes
So that others can laugh
And somehow
I have so many friends
But no one to text
And the books
Are exhausting
Their plot repeats and recycles
I find joy in cinema
In poetry
In ๐๐๐
But I am so numb
and sad
and bored
and lonely
And the only one
Who could help
Disappears when I need her most
And very few share my interests
The ones that do
They don't understand the level
The love I put into
My vampires
My murderers
I love to live
To breathe air
The cold flowing around me
And I love to blink
The night's crud
From my tired eyes
But really
Even after
All this time
I want her
To lay down
Next to me
And rest her head
On my
Shoulder
And wipe the crud
From my
Tired eyes
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC
I can't breathe.
I'm stuffed with
secrets,
regrets.
I'm pathetic.
It's all hectic.
I can't take it.
I don't reckon it.
I don't know when it started.
Back then I wasn't so alert.
Now I don't even know how to trust,
And every now and then I burst.
What do I do?
Whom do I go to?
Life totally sucks.
And no one even knocks
in the door of my miserable heart.
They don't care, even if I'm hurt.
Am I such a scourge
whom everyone wants to dodge?
Hear me out, even if you don't care;
I'd never present my feelings bare.
It's cold and I shiver,
but I'd still dive in the river.
It's better than to take your blanket;
I know it would make things more scarlet.
Maybe I'm just blabbering,
but I know I'm suffering.
Deadly poison awaits me.
Would I dare? Let's see.
Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 8:25 PM UTC