there you are,
a melody too sharp for the strings of this world
barefoot in my heart,
talking in riddles, lighting cigarettes like prophecies.
i loved you like rain loves stone,
again and again,
knowing you will never stay
but there you are in my soul
in the hotel music of Montenegro,
in the girl laughing in Egypt,
in the coffe that burns my lip in Sarandë
you never left.
you said my name like a dare,
as if i could ever leave the room
without carrying pieces of you in my chest,
rattling around like a broken bottle
we were a myth they whisper in cities,
where the wine is warm
and the night is still young
You
the girl who kissed like a revolution
and argued like the ocean
Me
always drowning, always returning to your ocean
if i wrote you now,
you’d laugh and ask what the hell i want,
and i'd say,
“just to hear your words break on the word sorry.”
but you and i
two boomerangs,
a prayer half spoken in a foreign language
and still,
when the streetlight flickers
and Tamino moans through cheap speakers,
i think: (of you cause god you are everything)
not because i'm weak
but because loving you
was the one thing
i never regretted
you are the one i write to when love feels like something i once knew how to spell and i still think you are the most infuriating, most beautiful story i never got to finish.
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 5:42 PM UTC
a couple of glasses of wine,
taylor on the tv,
"imgonnagetyouback"
the words felt like prophecy;
so i texted you.
we wandered the half-sleeping town till sunrise,
its streets humming with secrets,
its shadows hiding what shouldn’t be seen.
we talked,
we laughed,
we kissed until words were unnecessary.
your hands, your lips, your fingers
they mapped me like forbidden territory,
they claimed me,
traced every inch of who I am,
left me marked,
burning with the memory of you.
i was there
when you made me your own,
when you carved your name into my skin.
this is the season of illicit affairs,
where love is borrowed,
and guilt blooms like a bruise on a skin.
did you slip back into her arms
as if nothing happened,
is she a fragile thing you couldn’t bear to break?
did you carry me with you,
a ghost only you could feel?
Dec 13, 2024
Dec 13, 2024 at 2:47 PM UTC
He’s Theseus, lost in a maze
he says, "You’re beautiful,"
over beers with friends,
like whispers caught in the wind
he talks of Cuba,
dreams of late night coctails, dancing, puros
on the hot white sand.
He’s planning Christmas
at her favorite Italian spot,
as if love were a dish,
as if they could feast in Elysium
his glance feels like a stolen apple—
sweet, forbidden.
There’s another waiting,
her shadow always near.
she wears his heart.
even Ariadne’s thread won't lead him home to her.
Yet she wishes,
she stands like Andromeda,
weaving hope by moonlight,
hoping he’ll break free from his chains,
and choose her as his goddess,
like Orpheus, daring to look back.
Sep 22, 2024
Sep 22, 2024 at 8:44 AM UTC
In the heart of the university maze,
We found each other.
Laughter echoed through lecture halls,
Jokes and secrets within those four walls.
We shared dreams, fears, and plans,
Unconditional love.
In the library's hush, in the campus green,
Your presence was the best I'd ever seen.
But last month, the world went still,
Your absence, a void nothing can fill.
Butterflies now bring a silent tear,
Sunflowers bloom, but you're not here.
Brownies we ate with bittersweet care,
Your laughter, a whisper I still hear.
Memories of you fill my days,
Memories of you warm my soul.
In every butterfly, I see your gaze.
In every sunflower, I see your smile.
Jul 12, 2024
Jul 12, 2024 at 5:16 PM UTC
you and me
we are far off on a foreign coast life
you in your black hoodie
me in my good girl clothes
entering our eternal summer
my cheeks blushing from wine
your hands locked on mine
dark nights, crashing waves
your eyes glows like champagnes
inviting me to dive
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 7:23 PM UTC
hot, salty july night
you and me in this greek tavern
moon is high but so are we
dancing, laughing, kissing like we are gypsies
you with your wine, me with my martini
we are drinking but we are drinking each other's sorrow
your orpheic mouth on mine, my limerence is on you
my Anam Cara
all the things you'd do to me in this greek tavern
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 7:20 PM UTC
like a siren you are calling me, seducing me
i'm dreaming of your crimson red lips
even the sight of it makes me a saint
i'm dreaming of the way you say my name
even the sound of it bewitches me
i'm dreaming of the way you touch me
even the thought of it gives me bedridden
like a siren you are calling me, seducing me
you are the reason i'm asking myself has anyone jumped off of a cliff and survived?
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 7:12 PM UTC
i went out with an adam driver-ish boy just to get you off my mind clear my head. we were fighting about levines he said "you are not behati and you aren't the one in that situation" after a couple of drinks he said "you look like that girl from stranger things, the lead one" i smiled i was supposed to get you out off my mind clear my head but there were you the words reminding me of you were on someone else's mouth i laughed "i'm the backpack kid with my bike" he didn't get it neither did i left him in the bar took the last train went home ate a whole pack of oreo then came home to the sims versions of us.
Apr 20, 2024
Apr 20, 2024 at 7:08 PM UTC
new crowned king sang his ballad to the gods
sacrificed himself in your limerence
kicked out of the garden of eden
just to taste your deathless dead
in your blasphemic tongue
new crowned king danced with the gods
discipled you towards to the sun
worshipped your orpheic lips
thought you'd save him like Jesus
new crowned king threw to the sea by gods
his love wasn't enough to save him
Feb 8, 2024
Feb 8, 2024 at 4:52 PM UTC
him and i
it was a love story so rare
from our hometown to europe
two similar souls and a story to be told
him, the boy from upper class
a genious with toxic behaviours
me, the girl with the silent grace
an artist with messy mind
a story of love and cheating
in the second jazz age
we whispered secrets at night, and laughed in mornings
our love was red, burning inside out
i would write and he would read
he would talk and i would listen
our story still lives on in our hearts, yearns to belong
but beneath it there is a sorrow
Apr 30, 2023
Apr 30, 2023 at 7:41 AM UTC