The mere sight of you, your presence—
makes my organs function peculiarly,
unhinges me entirely,
to the point I no longer recognize my own body.
This is not me—
so unlike me,
to show this much emotion,
to lose myself before something unfamiliar.
I can't trust this foreign state,
where I feel this vulnerable,
where an uncanny euphoria
erupts— against my will.
I never agreed on this.
If only deleting your existence
were an option—
as if you never were.
7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 6:52 AM UTC
Love, you trailed me in my eclipse,
gleaming like a forbidden star.
I, hesitant at first,
yet let you slither into my surreal realm—
damp with loneliness.
How foolish I was, never fighting hard enough
to break the chains, to rip free from the haven.
And so—you left.
I couldn’t even see you fading
until your absence was absolute.
Now, the darkness
that once embraced me
shudders with your shadows,
your memories bleeding into vision,
haunting every dust in this place.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 3:33 PM UTC
You saw the man in him, fell in love, and chose to stay. But men grow tired; sometimes, they crumble beneath their own overwhelming strength. So one day, with only good wishes for you, he quietly left.
You must have felt deeply betrayed when you saw him give forever to someone else. It was because she saw both the man and the child within him at once, and held them close to her heart like butterfly wings.
May 26
May 26, 2026 at 1:21 PM UTC
The day has come to rest,
and another is in waiting.
Don't disappear yet,
stay a little longer.
This cold night
and its solacing music
flowing through the air,
tinged with melancholia
serenity ringing in my head.
I feel I belong
in this coldness,
as if I can touch the sky,
hold onto forever-drifting love.
So stay a little longer.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 9:51 AM UTC
Lend me your grief,
I am aching to write something novel.
Mine has weathered me thin;
my quill ends up circling around that
same drab and dolorous thing
that furtively prays to live eternally
within a mortal being.
May 25
May 25, 2026 at 9:36 AM UTC
Hope is cruel and cursed.
It binds our hearts in faith,
yet grants no promises.
Even in despair,
it bewitches like an ancient charm,
and from the shadows of the netherworld,
it has us wishing upon shooting stars.
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 3:14 AM UTC
Her eyes — deep, beautiful, and numb — are so often mistaken for hollowness.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 2:25 AM UTC
Loneliness—
so often mistaken for voids—
is an unsteady hurricane
which breaks forth in the hollow of your chest.
Then occasionally,
it flares out—
your heart shakes
in an uncanny ache,
your lungs tighten,
the air's heavier,
your eyes a doorway
through which rain gushes out,
your head spins
with hopeless dreams.
And you poured it all into the abyss,
hoping it would slow down,
yet it comes back
again and again
until your eyes
have finally been read.
May 14
May 14, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
There’s a hope that's waiting for you
in the bright.
Go make your way through the light.
Keep walking in heels,
you were made for a spotlight.
I know it hurts. I get it
when you’re stung by ugly judgments
or when your shine goes unnoticed.
For hope to walk into your dark is magic,
and magic is rare.
This world is seldom a fairytale.
So let’s not keep that hope waiting any longer.
It might grow lonely, thinking you’re cruel.
Go now and gently—
take its hand.
May 11
May 11, 2026 at 8:26 AM UTC
Melancholic nights,
wistful reverie—
an enchanting man
emerging from phantom shadows.
My sweet-ache playlist on high,
we dance in hypnotic rhythm,
as if the stardust spotlight had found us,
and there’s just us.
May 4
May 4, 2026 at 7:51 AM UTC