Some people just want you to turn to ash with them.
I just couldn't do it.

I love my partner :>

Wrote in 2023, about a love that went awry in the end.

For the longest time, addicted to chaos.
Now I relish the peace.
Written in 2023

I think this is something many of us can relate to. We all have our writing, even in the darkest days. Wrote in 2023.

Sometimes I feel like a broken mirror, with how I distort myself. This is a fresh one, wrote it five minutes ago. Inspired by this song: https://youtu.be/ecRRxehRIDo?si=77_pa4iN42HlHIvx

Found this banger just sitting in an old folder; written in 2023.

I don't always put descriptions but this one needs it. The closest I ever got to ending it all my brother interrupted my plans, said some real stupid and light nonsense to me, left, and to this day he has no idea he straight up saved my life. It's beautiful, the way fate weaves itself through the fabric of life.

It's hard to open up. It feels so easy with poetry, it feels so easy to write...but speaking? Speaking is so different.

I've sat on this poem for a while, not wanting it connected to my name. It's one thing to admit a relationship went sour, or sensitive feelings, but I always struggled to say the big A towards one of them. This is me taking that power from them, refusing to be quiet about something that cut so deep. Abuse is a deservingly strong word for that entire relationship, and I refuse to dance around it anymore.

The "she" in this poem is mania.
I wrote this in 2023, about fighting against my manic states, and finally becoming medicated. I still am, to this day, and I like it a lot better this way.

I used to go to Yu-Gi-Oh tournies a lot as a kid all the way to as a young adult. The scene died down in my area, and most of the people I played with moved on. Emotionally, I haven't. I'd give anything to throw down like the old days :) I miss it, but man, the memories are something I'd trade for nothing.

You ever just feel so unable to speak that it's like a chain around your neck?
Even though you want more than anything to talk about it?
I used to get that a lot.

Some days it's just like that.

Written in 2023, about feelings I still hold.

It's not even about fame, per se, more about being seen, I guess.
Don't we all want to be somebody, even if only to our loved ones?

I wrote this in 2023, when a girl I loved left my life forever to pursue her own path, alone. I hope she's doing well these days, but the scar still stings.

We always have a choice.

I saw the notifs on "Her", read it again, and decided to make a sequel with my current feelings. I uh...I have some feelings.

Sometimes it feels like my throat is filled with sand when I go to tell people about myself. It's scary, to be vulnerable.

Sometimes it's easy to run forward but I'd rather take a leisurely stroll, even if it's not in my nature.

I miss the person I wrote this about. Written in 2024.

It's to the point that I don't really like when people use "strong" to describe me, I know it's meant to be flattery, but I'm tired of feeling like my trauma defines me entirely.