you and me both
always the poet,
never the muse.
let’s change that
at least for one of us
'cause i just realized
for the first time,
i don’t hate someone
i want my mind
to touch yours,
to be the one for you
i never had.
how I grew wings
for you to
rest in the shadows
i want to burn
just so you burn brighter.
i want to see you grow
into something new
and still find me
in the roots.
the shape of me
curved slightly by your shadow,
my laugh rewritten in your tone,
your worries echoing in my chest
like a younger brother’s secret.
i want to be in your blood
before that poem was written,
behind the darkest nights,
beneath the brightest sparks.
everyone you love
i want to see you
love them even more.
feel everything.
see the dust in the sunbeams.
remember me
in that moment
right after the fireworks fade.
i want to teach you,
for you to teach me.
to heal you
like you heal me.
i wish you could see
how proud you make me
in ways i never knew i could be
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 11:31 AM UTC
I wait for someone to find what I’m hiding,
I want to feel the warmth of someone’s hand on my shoulder,
all I know is the weight of their hatred.
I dread the ticking seconds,
tomorrow always seems brighter til' it's today
worst memories get a pale rose tint.
I crave to toast to victories I’ve carved from bone,
everything tastes like burnt birthday cake.
My hands itch to create, to pull worlds from the dust,
but I’m too tired to sleep and too tired to wake,
half-dreaming, always on the edge of awake
I want my words to pierce someone’s soul,
But I’m met with silence, performing to rows of empty seats.
I just miss the dry feeling on my cheeks.
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:03 AM UTC
I’ve accepted:
none of my fantasies
were ever well planned to come true.
To tear someone apart.
To make you sick
knowing that there’s nothing you can do.
I used to create worlds from door creaks,
Watch dust grains dance in front of the curtains.
I searched for my kindergarten teacher’s perfume
in every moment,
tried to see everyone’s soul.
But I never got the birthday cake I wanted
Who cares how I cried last night
how i typed i want to die
knowing I’d still need to unload the dishwasher next morning.
Who cares about my stupid poem?
The bus driver doesn’t ask
about the battle it took to leave the house today.
Every step feels like dragging the sun across the sky
How is it fair to live with such fire inside,
yet feel so cold
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:02 AM UTC
Is there a way out
or a way in
I can feel my knees weaken
blood tingling
at my fingertips
One dare to create
took the risk
met the insane
heard the song
is there a way out
or a way deeper in
should i break
all my bones
to sing my song
why do i shed
tears
why kneel to the king
I checkmated once
feel myself rotting under my skin
sick of clothing myself in this mortal
Wasting one to become
everything
why is this
thin walls of ice
feels so heated inside
Is there
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 8:00 AM UTC
Shall I break all my bones to sing my song
Will I learn how to set the fire on
before them
How can you
As they hold your writst
hard
The poison in their heart
Makes your fingerprints weak
A gift
I was
Burning bright
Now the smoke is on my way
Shall I
No
I long to be heard
How can words not feel this heavy in their tongue
While it crushes me
Mar 18, 2025
Mar 18, 2025 at 7:59 AM UTC