You are an enigma
someone who gets me,
who carries me
like a shooting star:
space dust in the sky
that burns and glows
at impossible speed,
lighting up the dark
the way
you light up my world.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:44 PM UTC
Tease me and don’t be gentle.
Entice me until I forget my own name.
Spin me slowly across the floor.
Touch me with the promise of ruin.
Study me with hungry hands.
Kiss me like it’s our last day.
I don’t want distance, or games or halfway.
I want the flame. The fall. The pull. The surrender.
Move with me until our bodies blur, merge, until our souls are mistaken as one.
Run through my veins
to my pounding, beating core.
Have no fear.
And get lost
in the maze.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 5:36 PM UTC
I am a sister, a daughter,
I am many things, many names.
A stepmother, a wife,
someone who shares your space.
But not a lover, not a mother
I am everything
except the one you reach for
in the middle of the night.
Just… there.
A presence.
Close enough to touch,
but never truly held.
From the outside
it looks like we have it all
a life built on solid ground
people spend years chasing,
rooms filled with things
meant to quiet empty spaces,
numbers that say we are safe,
a home that appears
whole.
But no one sees
the missing pieces.
No one hears
the silence inside it
and how loud
loneliness can be.
It echoes
off walls we built together,
back into the spaces
where something should live.
You are always reaching
beyond this moment,
beyond me.
Even when you’re beside me
I feel you elsewhere
somewhere I can’t compete with.
And I stay.
And slowly make myself smaller,
learning how to fade
without ever leaving.
I tell myself
I don’t need much.
But I do.
I need arms
that feel like I belong there.
I need presence
that feels like safety.
I want choices
that feel like ours,
a love that is cared for,
not left to survive on its own.
I want to be held
like I matter more
than what’s next,
than what’s waiting.
Some nights
I choose numbness
it hurts less
than always feeling alone,
even when I’m not.
I need someone to see me
to look at me
like I am chosen.
I want to feel like home,
not just exist inside one.
Because what breaks me
is not what we’re missing
it’s that we have everything
except each other.
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 7:16 PM UTC
Dear wild maiden…
My little patchwork of light,
my soft, fragile piece of forever
nine years you’ve walked this life,
and still you feel like something
I could lose too easily,
any day, any moment,
with one breath held too long.
It is life’s precious miracle
watching your alpha self unfold
into a fierce lioness.
Your fearful hesitation,
your shield and armor,
never stop you from trusting,
from showing your guarded heart.
Your little body,
a mosaic of warm and wild colors,
telling stories I will never hear
midnight, honey, and cloud white,
painted in ways no hand could reach,
as if the universe
took its time with you.
You don’t ask for much
just warmth, a presence,
the silent understanding
that I am yours and you are mine.
You show me every time
you curl up beside me,
as if I am your safest place.
You don’t know
how I watch you sometimes
with a quiet ache in my chest,
counting time in heartbeats
instead of years,
wishing I could press pause
on everything moving forward.
There are pieces of my soul
that have learned your name so deeply
I no longer know who I am
without the sound of you in my life
the soft steps, the loud purr,
the simple way you exist,
a gentle reminder everyday.
So stay here a while longer
in the light, in the quiet, by my side.
Stay where I can still reach you,
still feel you, still whisper your name.
For loving you,
is the most beautiful heartbreak,
the kind that begins long before goodbye
ever dares to arrive.
Because nine years is not enough.
It will never be enough.
And when you look at me like that,
it feels like I am being chosen
all over again.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:50 AM UTC
I ache for you
in the quiet moments no one sees,
in the silence beside me,
in the empty spaces
where you should be.
You are a love
I’ve never held, yet cannot let go
a dream I rebuild again and again,
a name I whisper to the dark,
a promise my heart refuses to give up.
Every month I meet you
in hope, in longing, in fragile belief
and every month I lose you
to a silence that feels like grief,
caught between hope and heartache.
My body feels like a question
I don’t know how to answer,
a home that hasn’t held you yet,
though it was always meant to
yet somehow, cannot.
Still… I pray for you.
Though I don’t know where you are
in the dark, in the quiet, in the in-between
I wonder if somehow you hear me,
if somehow you already know me.
I imagine you
in the life I keep reaching for,
in lullabies left unsung,
in dreams that break
before morning comes.
I long for
the weight of you in my arms,
your cheek resting on my chest,
your soft breath against my skin
a moment I may never live.
This tender love with nowhere to go,
this mother with no child to hold,
this forever missing piece of my soul.
And even now,
after a decade has come and gone,
through every tear,
through every year,
through every why,
I hold on.
Because somewhere inside me,
hope still breathes your name
and tells me to wait patiently.
And if, by chance, one day
you find your way into the world
through miracle,
through timing,
through grace.
you will never have to wonder why.
You were fought for.
You were prayed for.
You were never, ever given up on.
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:45 AM UTC
Hearing you whisper your majesty,
my beautiful queen,
does not soothe me
it unravels me,
pulling a shiver from deep within.
I see my soul
mirrored in your selfless gaze,
boiling just beneath the surface,
a slow, exquisite undoing
on the verge of breaking.
You look at me as though
I were some ancient goddess,
holding the first sacred fruit
at the beginning of time.
And I
I should turn away,
resist the pull,
let you remain untouched
by whatever it is
I’m becoming.
But you are the mirror,
reflecting my buried truth
that does not lie or hesitate.
In your eyes, I see the fragility
the same deep abyss,
the same endless hunger,
that is so hard to resist.
We are descending
step by step
deeper and deeper,
down a spiral of stairs
firm hands and trembling touch.
A labyrinth of dangerous promises,
where time forgets itself
and we forget
who we once were.
You follow me
not out of obedience,
but in surrender so raw
it feels like worship
has taken form
and chosen you.
And I let you.
Because queens
are not meant to ache
but I do.
I ache in places
no light can reach,
no healing can undo.
And when it rises,
there you are, kneeling
not in weakness,
but in fierce, consuming devotion
that would set the world on fire
just to keep me whole.
You see it all
not just the throne,
but the ruin beneath it,
and the armor guarding it.
You worship like one
standing at the edge of a cliff,
knowing the fall is eternal,
and choosing it anyway.
So let us unmake each other
layer by layer,
truth by truth,
until no kingdom remains,
only the echo
of who we were
before we dared
to truly see one another.
And together,
we vanish into the dark
not taken,
not forced,
but willingly,
hand in hand.
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 5:26 AM UTC
I have not met you yet
not in this lifetime,
nor in any forgotten one.
We do not belong to old stories
of twin flames
or destined soulmates.
I have not touched you yet,
still something in me
knows the shape of your spirit.
In my hidden thoughts,
in my subconscious soul,
in the wild rivers of my heart.
I want to be the hunger
that finds you in the quiet
when you least expect it.
The pull in your chest
you cannot escape.
You will find me
not as something to own,
but something to witness.
And when you are with me
even only in imagination,
the loneliness loosens its grip.
You notice the parts of me
I keep beneath the surface
and steady my restless mind.
You tend to fragile places
of my core
and accept my barren soil.
Places my broken marriage
walked past
without ever noticing.
But you do.
You will kneel for me,
not in submission,
but in reverence.
With you
I want to see the magic
in this world.
Watch the night sky
light up with stars,
and greet the slow birth
of the morning sun.
Feel the moss beneath our bodies
in a wild forest field,
as we lay down there.
Let the earth hold us
Let the trees witness us,
as we make love there.
Let us admire the shadows
as much as the light
we both carry.
Let us choose each other
not once,
not by fate,
but again
and again
and again.
Wreck me
in ways I never saw coming,
in ways that leave
no part of me
untouched.
Because when my soul
finally stands before yours,
I will not run
and call it fear.
I will stay.
I am not going
anywhere.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 12:24 PM UTC
I don’t want perfect plans
or busy filled days.
Just you telling me stories
down quiet roads,
your hand in mine
while time moves slowly.
I want to sit beside you
in small diners
with laminated menus,
ordering pancakes and crêpes,
talking while we look each other
in the eye.
I want to pull over
whenever we feel like
there’s a place,
a view,
a moment
waiting just for us.
I want the windows down,
music playing,
wind moving through my hair,
our playlists mixing
like the stories we share.
No rush.
No expectations.
Just the simple freedom
of wandering through the day,
side by side,
comfortable
even in silence.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 3:24 PM UTC
I do not expect it to last
forever
this aching, burning desire.
But what if it does?
What if you are the sanctuary
my heart has been yearning for
all this time?
The pull between us,
hungry and undeniable
like a vampire
compelled
to a witch.
I do not expect us
to build a home.
But what if we do?
Somewhere warm and mismatched
a little cottage core,
a touch of art deco,
sunlight across old wood floors
plants growing
wherever they please.
A place where you can rest your head
against my chest
and listen
to the blood moving
through my quiet veins.
Where your touch
sends warmth
rushing to the surface
of my skin.
And for a moment
the world is still.
A place where we care for each other,
keep each other safe.
Two wandering souls
finally claimed.
Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 3:00 PM UTC