You were like my Evangeline
so far
unattainable
something that I couldn’t quite reach
my grasp
never close enough
I longed for you,
but couldn’t quite reach.
You were my Evangeline.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 7:29 PM UTC
You’ve ruined my name for me
I always thought it was this beautiful thing
so unique that not many have ever heard or seen
but one day you heard it
and then one day you said it
in a way that no one has ever said it
in a tone so unfamiliar
in a tone so captivating
that I never wanted another person
to say it with so much passion ever again
it’s almost like on the first day you said it
you claimed a part of me
but that passion was soon lust
that faded on your end
but never mine
and you left me with only the memory
of the first time you said my name
and now it doesn’t feel special
like you’ve stripped all the meaning
now when people ask
I’m quick to correct
I’m nae
because you’ve ruined my name
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 3:42 AM UTC
what I’m standing in
is the grief of losing you...
and losing us.
i thought I would be more mad,
but I couldn’t be farther from the truth.
it’s almost as though I’m happy,
because we were too quiet
and that broke us.
there’s a part of me
that loves the loud
I love the toxic,
I love the mess,
I love the stress.
blocking your number
just to wait
for a “no caller ID” call.
the screaming,
the name-calling,
the pride
just to come back
and say “I love you”
in the night.
there’s something about
that feeling of distress…
and I can’t quite pinpoint
when it started...
when it felt like
we needed to yell
just to get by,
when the only thing we could do
was fight
to prove we still cared.
you got tired
of that same toxic
song and dance...
but I wasn’t tired of it.
I wasn’t tired of us.
I wasn’t tired of you.
and maybe it’s all my fault
I didn’t see the signs
before our love got lost
somewhere in the mess.
I’ve never known
how to love something
without breaking it.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 1:23 PM UTC
Cocoa butter.
Hot combs.
Wash your face.
Don’t get your church clothes *****
And Stay in a child’s place.
Make sure you have all A’s —
we don’t want stupid little girls.
Don’t walk with a switch,
you’re trying to be fast in the tail.
Don’t be around those boys —
I’m not raising no babies.
Do you think it’s cute
to not act like a lady?
And when we go out in public,
you better not show your ***
Comb that nappy-ass head.
Don’t forget the kitchen.
These are the things I had to learn.
Now it’s your time to listen.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 10:19 AM UTC
Why do you do the things you do?
Why do you come back?
Why do I let you?
Am I really so weak
that when you return
I fall to my knees?
Why do I give you
this control over me?
I’m usually smart—
calculated
and precise.
But when you come back around,
I’m somebody
I don’t recognize.
I’m so love sick.
I’m sick in love.
It’s just like a drug
and I can’t get enough.
But maybe
this is my last time
getting high.
Because after a while,
even addicts
flatline.
Feb 14
Feb 14, 2026 at 6:29 AM UTC
As the hours come close
and this year ends,
I promised myself
these will be the last tears shed.
I promised myself
next year
I’ll pour my heart
into things that pour back.
I’ll take time
and work on my art,
and learn new love—
soft love,
true love.
Love that won’t leave me burnt,
burnt out,
or lost
going into the new year.
No matter how much I love you
I have to love myself more
Dec 31, 2025
Dec 31, 2025 at 6:08 AM UTC
And it’s so crazy,
cause I thought I’d never love again.
Then you came into my life,
and I didn’t really try —
but somehow I was forced
to give love another chance.
It was like a faucet
that wouldn’t stop dripping,
no matter how hard I tried
to cut it off.
Love came so effortlessly,
and it consumed every part of me
in the best way possible —
not suffocating,
but like a warm blanket
made just for me…
no —
just for us.
The blanket I needed
after being dumped in the cold —
and I’d choose that warmth,
that blanket made just for us,
again
and again
and again.
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
You called, and I didn’t answer.
Lord knows I wanted to—
but He also knows how hard it was on me
when I had to find myself again
after feeling lost without you.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 12:13 PM UTC
I miss how you say my name.
It sounds sweet—
like honey
I never used to like my name,
but it was different
coming from you.
Our names together
sounded so sweet,
so pure.
I miss how you’d say my name
as I jotted all my thoughts down
just to get my attention,
or how you’d say it
after one of my many corny jokes,
or when you were mad—
even then,
it still sounded soft.
I don’t think I ever thought
there’d be a day
you wouldn’t say my name.
I guess I thought wrong.
And oh—
I would give anything
to hear you say my name again.
Because when you said it,
it wasn’t just a word.
It was the spirit,
the love,
the peace
that came with it.
Oct 22, 2025
Oct 22, 2025 at 8:08 PM UTC
I operate in chaos—
and I’m not talking messy room,
I’m talking messy life.
Calm stresses me out,
probably because anytime peace showed up,
the storm soon followed.
I was doomed from the start,
basically roaming in the dark.
And at the end of the day,
I let you break
my already broken heart.
But you’re not the first,
and probably won’t be the last.
Because I’m still picking up pieces
that were shattered by my dad.
But I can’t blame him
for letting you in—
that was all me.
I loved you
because I thought you could see me.
But you didn’t.
You saw me as a form of revenge,
like you were getting back
at all the girls who hurt you.
And every day with you
was a new lesson.
You were my chaos.
You came when I was at peace,
and you took a piece of me.
But I don’t want chaos.
I want love.
And I want to see
a version of me
who isn’t scared of peace.
Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC