You’ll never know
how deeply it aches—
knowing you’ll never love me
the way I love you.

To me,
you are the only one.
To you,
I was easy to forget.

I don’t know why
I’m still clinging
to what you let go
so easily.

Why does my heart
keep beating
for someone
who never even looks back?

Why does love
stay burning
for a soul
that never searches for mine?

If I know anything,
it’s that I’ll wait—
silently,
without reaching out,
without calling.

But if you return,
I’ll open my arms
like they were never empty,

and love you
with the kind of heart
that forgets
who broke it.

Hello hello all you under the moon
Its a time to celebrate, its finally June!
I've been released from the hospital, and my friend is home soon
Welcome ladies, enbys, and gentleman to the wonderful month of June!
From Pride month to birthdays we get to fill balloons, we get to start summer off and the sun wakes us at noon, the weathers warm enough to show off scars I haven't in a while, but I can't bring myself to do anything but smile.
I cannot go to pride parades, I'm grounded for summer time
But moonbeam still messages me and I smile, they know I'm doing fine.
Happy June to all!

Your eyes are a pretty green
I know you don't like looking into mine
I don't like looking into others
Your eyes make it easy
They don't cut into me
They aren't mad
They look sad mostly
Even when you smile
But they are the prettiest green I've ever seen
When I came over you and I didn't need to talk
We did, because that's how people should communicate
Not with faces
Or with hand holding
With eyes
Your eyes said everything
Have I mentioned? I love your eyes.
I'm glad you caught on to my hand so fast
No one else did it right
Only you.
I wish I could do the things you want together
Listen to you talk about your loves
I love hearing your interests.
I love you
And your pretty green eyes
That only I am able to notice
☀💜🌙

Music swells softly
World fading behind the chords
Noise drowned by silence

Dazzled, bewitched, betwixt
Your attention is clearly affixed
To  fantasy, a dream--a non-reality
This sad thing you see as me

But, I love you as you are
Although, your dreams take you far
Away into the distance
Illusion believed as instance

Beauty decried by the blind
Have regard for those left behind-
Sight intoxicating
Left waiting,

And wanting; more


It's just a door!
But, you adore

A projection
Of a reflection

Of what you can't keep inside
The elephant you cannot hide


But, it's just a door!
A portal into possibility
You're wanting more
And never question what you seek

In this hallway
there are many doors
It's easy to run away
And simply choose one that is 'ours'

But, we must question our periphery
Understand not all is what we see
We must find Love internally
Before professing it eternally;
"To truly love another--first, I must love me"

Every day, I open my reality:
I wake up.
I feel.
I choose.
I decide—
knowing so many others
are crying behind the scenes,
and their trembling is raw.

Pain isn’t consolation—
it reinforces the structure of fragility
when the towers are crumbling.

At the core, we return,
squeezing black-and-white struggles
into our veins, into our memories.

To the only home
we never left
our own body.
The first and the last.