Lying in the dark
Your soft snoring makes me smile
It will be okay
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 1:19 AM UTC
You say that you are useless.
What does that even mean?
How can a person be useless?
What would that even mean?
Not fulfilling the intended purpose.
That is what useless means.
So what is the purpose of humans?
Isn’t it just in the being?
So if a person’s purpose is being.
And that person is being each day.
Then a person cannot be useless.
No matter what that person may say.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 1:02 AM UTC
When you can’t find the word.
And you search for the word.
And you wish you had the word.
And then somebody says the word.
And then you have the word
But you hate that it’s the word.
Cause even though it’s the right word,
It ***** that it’s the word.
Cause it’s despair.
I feel despair.
That’s the word I couldn’t find.
The word to describe what’s in my mind.
It’s despair.
The word is despair.
Despair. Good word.
****** feeling but good word.
Nov 13, 2024
Nov 13, 2024 at 12:52 AM UTC
I don’t wanna get up.
I wanna stay here in bed.
A million things to do to you
Running through my head.
Those lips, those hips, I tighten my grip.
You’re the sexiest boy there is.
No I don’t wanna get up.
Cause baby if I did.
I’d have to leave you here alone in this bed.
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 10:04 AM UTC
It's so hard to be patient.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Tense, alert, on edge.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Checking the time, seconds passing.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Thoughts racing, questioning.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Fears spiraling, escalating.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Please, please, please.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Please make it stop.
Waiting, waiting, waiting.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 10:10 PM UTC
In January I met a sexy-voiced boy online.
In March we played games and talked all the time.
On the last day of April, I told him I loved him and then researched “is it love?” until May.
Six days later we realized we were dating and we’ve been dating everyday since that day.
Now it’s November, and in 11 months time the sexy-voiced boy from online is all mine.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 9:42 PM UTC
Your fear is so big.
Your body can’t contain it.
So you destroy things.
Your rage is so strong.
Your jaw can’t clench hard enough.
So you hit yourself.
Your pain is so sharp.
Your heart can’t survive the hits.
So you aim outward.
You’re not a monster.
You’re not bad.
You’re not an evil narcissist.
You’re not going mad.
You’re my sweet, kind boy who feels everything so much.
You’re my tender-hearted little one who brings me joy, love, laughter and such.
Don’t worry little prince, I’m not going away.
I see you, I love you, and I’m here to stay.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 7:14 PM UTC
Feeling
Everything.
Always
Running.
Forever
Unsure.
Life.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 6:54 PM UTC
Inhale, feel the sadness.
Exhale, let go of the sadness.
Inhale, feel the pain of not being able to help someone you love.
Exhale, let go of the pain.
Inhale, feel the confusion of not knowing the right thing to do.
Exhale, let go of the confusion.
Inhale, feel the crushing fear of rejection and abandonment.
Exhale, let go of the fear.
Inhale, feeling all the things.
Exhale, letting them go.
Nothing left but emptiness.
What do I want now?
To drift into the darkness, floating on your beautiful voice.
Lead me with your words into the quiet, numb darkness.
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 6:51 PM UTC
Sitting at your feet, waiting for attention.
Being the best girl I can be, striving for perfection.
When you glance down and smile, my body buzzes with joy.
I yearn to be used, touched, played with like a toy.
I submit myself to your hand with absolute trust.
Just a look can cause my spirit to soar high or be crushed.
When your gaze slides past me, unseeing, disconnected.
I feel empty, abandoned, completely rejected.
So I sit at your feet and wait for attention.
Longing for approval, hoping for affection.
Nov 8, 2024
Nov 8, 2024 at 9:45 PM UTC