i don’t know what it is about me
that he sees
so clear, as day, as the sun guiding my way
i don’t know what it is about him
that draws me back
time after time
like a star, we are destined to shine
brighter than our hopes could have ever alone
a stunning supernova; a glimmer of hope.
but the collapse is collateral, the damage irreparable
so it fades as quickly as it began to show.
a shattering, left empty and hollow
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 4:42 PM UTC
slipping through the cracks.
missing another by just a split
watching and waiting, hoping and praying.
the time will never arrive, the clock is broken, striking wrong every time.
tick, beg. tick, cry.
never once been this wrong in this life.
pain courses like the blood on the floor.
eyes pool like abyss, drag.
soulful distaste rattles, chimes startle.
tick, beg. tick, cry.
scratch the itch, tear open the wound.
solve the problem, start another,
tied to a fate worse than the start.
look, don't touch.
the clock stops, time's up.
beg, cry.
Feb 8
Feb 8, 2026 at 5:07 PM UTC
settled.
the tranquility of safety acquired solely on the notion of privacy.
the intimate life led entirely out of reach.
spinning alone, out of sync.
while still pouring brightness
into the sky each night, beautiful beyond words to
each pair of eyes laid before it. most would agree.
except agreement isn't something that all have
impending inside ribcages, buried within
because when asked
"the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"
the break of mere words spoken
portrayed just how simple it was to disagree,
as the ribcage rattled to hum otherwise.
Sep 12, 2021
Sep 12, 2021 at 11:54 AM UTC