I’m in love with a vampire.
He doesn’t use glamour magic to hypnotize me,
But his sweet nothings, spoken in such a soft low tone play in my head like music.
I’m in love with a vampire.
He isn’t afraid of crosses,
He even crosses his heart and hopes to die to promise to protect me.
I’m in love with a vampire.
He isn’t cold to the touch,
He has a heat that burns when our bodies press together.
I’m in love with a vampire.
He doesn’t flinch at the sight of silver,
He even makes promises of adorning my finger with it himself.
I’m in love with a vampire.
He doesn’t turn to dust in the sun,
But he just doesn’t have much time for anything before the sun sets.
I’m in love with a vampire.
He doesn’t sleep in a coffin at night,
But he needs his rest, such a busy man, after all.
I’m in love with a vampire.
He doesn’t disappear in photos,
But I haven’t been seeing him as much lately.
I’m in love with a vampire.
He doesn’t drink my blood,
But I feel so weak because of him.
I’m in love with a vampire.
He doesn’t bite my neck,
But his fangs are buried deep in me
And I can’t get them out.
1d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 2:19 AM UTC
There is a flower I keep in my yard.
It’s been there for as long as I can remember.
Yes, it’s still the same flower after all this time,
Despite all that has happened around it.
Rains have drowned her roots.
Water flooded her body,
She never knew when she would be able to breathe again.
Winds had torn her petals away from her.
Her plain body, bare for everyone to see,
Cold and unappealing as she shook violently in the storm.
Animals have eaten her blossoming buds.
Chewing and gnawing on her raw potential,
Only to spit it back at her when she sat heavy in their stomachs.
It might’ve taken days,
Sometimes weeks.
Months.
Years, even.
But she grew back,
Just the same as she was before.
I thought it odd.
Does she not realize how to survive?
Why couldn’t she move to a different spot?
Somewhere secluded, hidden, protected from the elements.
Why wouldn’t she change her colors, her patterns, her leaves?
All she did was attract,
It didn't matter what it was.
Predators, prey, pests, problems,
Everything wanted something from her,
And she kept on giving.
I don’t understand it.
How could something endure so much,
Yet come back the same every time?
I asked my reflection in the window,
The one that overlooks the yard where I keep my flower.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 1:54 AM UTC
Soft features disguised
by dark ink.
Cold metal to distract
from doe eyes.
Bare and unassuming
heart shaped lips.
Chipped nails and cuts
adorn ringed fingers.
Words harsh, near cruel
by a voice soft and high.
Unshapely fabric draped
over a body.
For she can distract most
with these things.
But not me.
For I see a woman
who I yearn to treat
as sweetly and gentle
as she should be.
If only she would give me the chance.
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 3:39 AM UTC