To be loved by him is such a privilege. It’s like having shelter and food on the table—things I wouldn’t know how to live without.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 4:39 AM UTC
I’ve never stood before anyone and felt completely naked whilst wearing clothes.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 4:09 AM UTC
Blush-pink ballet slippers, dusted with glitter, perched atop your roughened boots.
We dance, and suddenly I’m twenty-two, waltzing alone.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 4:00 AM UTC
Remember me, then forget me.
Grieve me, although I still breathe.
Reminisce in photographs, in every inch of the house, and when you pass by familiar streets.
Slowly let me fade.
Think of me when your heart aches, as a deafening echo.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 1:58 AM UTC
Teeth sink into my skin,
you gnaw at my flesh -
overbearing.
My breath falls short.
The taste of me
is putrid to you,
and still,
you are relentless.
Are you turning in your stomach yet?
Jan 15
Jan 15, 2026 at 4:51 PM UTC
At war with myself.
The internal, indistinct chatter grows louder. I beg for the voices to drown out.
I’m struggling to swim, clothes on, weighing me down, making it hard for me to stay afloat. My lungs fill with water, and suddenly, I’ve sunk.
Is it escapable, or is my mind a prison I will never break free from?
Please allow me to break free. I’ve done my time. I don’t want to be sentenced for life.
Jan 11
Jan 11, 2026 at 1:52 AM UTC
The softness of your lips pressed against mine
You breathe me in
Your calloused hands around my waist
Pull me closer
Your gentle touch and warm embrace
You’re never to be forgotten, never to be erased
Love is something you’re fluent in
Even in silence, it’s spoken
My heart now awoken
At peace, yet once broken
I read between the lines
Your heart, much like a land mine
Silently intertwined
The beat of our hearts, with such rhythms they dance
At a glance, I saw your softness, the hurt beneath,
I’ll guard your heart, tender and pure
A love steadfast and sure,
Forever secure.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 1:55 AM UTC
You fell apart, split in two.
So I stitched you back together, though I never learned how to sew.
Needle and thread.
You’re always in your head.
If you were to bleed out, I’d hang you out to dry.
Forever, until the day I die, and even after, I hope that it rains on my grave so flowers can bloom and reach out for you.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 6:27 AM UTC
Soulfully seen, never unheard.
Fractured, but I’m captured by the depths of beauty beneath. I see you completely, as you are, gentle and pure, a cure for hearts that have gone unseen. A safe haven, where every fragment of you feels like poetry.
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 6:24 AM UTC