i love you like i was born to do so
you break my heart like you were born to do so.
Oct 14, 2024
Oct 14, 2024 at 9:03 PM UTC
i know relationships
are meant to be up and down
(up more than down)
but why do i feel like
the world is ending
every time we come to a dip?
i suppose this time it feels
extra rotten
only because
i miss you so **** much
so much so, that i pulled away
because i didn't know what else to do
and i know that doesn't make sense
i suppose it was just my version of
avoiding the problem
Apr 9, 2024
Apr 9, 2024 at 8:01 AM UTC
warmth.
a fire that needs kindling.
it’s dying out,
we’ve lost the tinder stick.
so i blow.
i fill up my lungs until they hurt:
inhale;
exhale;
my head spins and there is no air.
i do it again,
i don’t save any for myself.
i am dizzy.
the ash is swirling
up in the air.
inhale.
exhale.
my chest is going to burst.
the ash is settling on my skin,
tattooing the harsh reminder
of how much i give.
inhale.
exhale.
i can no longer see.
inhale. exhale.
i have done all that i can,
all that remains is my soul.
my heart has abandoned me,
my lungs have died.
my mind is on the outs with me,
she says i shouldn’t even try.
do i throw it into the embers, too?
perhaps that’s all it needs to stay alight forever,
but i am too tired now.
i never listen.
Mar 28, 2024
Mar 28, 2024 at 8:25 AM UTC
i just want to see
if he texted me back.
no, no,
i don’t really care,
it’s just that
when i talk to him, it feels as though my words are finally worth something.
it’s not like i cannot go by my day without his acquaintance,
i am a writer after all,
and i am accustomed to a life where my words are disregarded.
i speak to the wind and that is okay.
but i am a writer and all i want is
for somebody to listen to my ramblings
and to understand
me.
i just want to see
if he said hello;
because yes i can get by with him not texting me back,
my rants do not always have a response
(discontinued)
Mar 28, 2024
Mar 28, 2024 at 8:08 AM UTC
I have a string of gold
It’s wrapped around me
Like a gentle whispers
Gliding upwards softly
Gold is malleable
Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 2:59 AM UTC
these three words
they’re heavy for me to say
so let me show you instead
let me show you in the way i
hold your words close to my heart
i gather so many of them
scoop them into my arms to hug them tight
i love every word
they begin to overflow
drip
trail behind me ablaze
they are bright and they are yours
they warm my heart
let me show you in the way i
speak to you
pile of words aside
my three words are hard to say
not because they aren’t true
i can show you what I mean
when i understand your wants
amongst your needs
Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 2:58 AM UTC
Have you ever sat inside a bubble
Where the air feels fresher?
Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 2:56 AM UTC
suddenly
i was put in a position
where everything in the universe
reminds me of you
and all i want is to be the lifeline
of a life that isn’t mine
Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 2:55 AM UTC
The moon is shy
She likes to hide herself away
Always partly cloaked in darkness
But at the right moment
The right time
The right energy
You see her in all her glowing glory
Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 2:54 AM UTC
the stars remind me of things
that they will never remind you of
you will look at the stars
and not think of anything but what they are
i will look at the stars and think of you
always
i will always look up at the stars
hoping that you are too
but within the stars i see you
i read them like braille
as they tell me our story
at the very least
the ones in our memories
Mar 20, 2024
Mar 20, 2024 at 2:52 AM UTC