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1.4k · Jan 26
what i want to hear
lizie Jan 26
i just want someone to say they’re proud of me
and mean it enough to make me believe it
1.2k · Jun 26
imposter syndrome
lizie Jun 26
mom says
i’m the best person she knows.
i smile.
i’m good at pretending.

she says i’m kind,
but i know when it’s a performance.
she says i’m gifted,
but it feels like a trick
i’m barely pulling off.

my sax squeaks,
my test scores blur,
my muscles ache in the water.
and still she calls it talent.

i nod along,
quiet and guilty.

if i’m so good,
why do i always
feel like a lie?
1.2k · Jun 25
fall into you
lizie Jun 25
baby,
when i say i love you
i’m half-asleep
and whole in it.

you’re the reason
i don’t need
a wind-down.

i close my eyes
and fall
into you.
i only say “goodnight, i love you” when i’m already half-asleep. that’s how i know it’s real. i never stay up scrolling afterward because he’s the one who winds me down and revs me up all at once.
814 · May 19
poem no. 303
lizie May 19
it’s selfish,
but i love
that every word i give you
turns into poetry.
792 · Dec 2024
Untitled
lizie Dec 2024
i don’t know what to write about if it’s not about you
773 · Feb 8
regret
lizie Feb 8
i cut up my leg today
thinking no one would see
thinking swim was over
thinking i was safe
but tomorrow
i’ll stand by the pool
water reflecting back at me
and i’ll wonder if they’ll notice
the way regret looks like red lines
against my skin
what do i do?
lizie 6d
i like to believe that everything happens for a reason.
not in a way that makes sense,
not in a way that makes anything okay.

i don’t believe it when bad things happen to other people.
but when they happen to me,
i need to.

i don’t ask for proof.
i just ask to get through it.

maybe it’s just a story i tell myself
so i don’t fall apart.

but some days,
that story
is all i’ve got.
733 · Dec 2024
the last
lizie Dec 2024
you told me i’d be better off.
i told you i was fine.
we lied,
but i kept the silence warm,
kept your name pressed
into the back of my mind,
like a bruise i didn’t want to heal.

i carried the ghost of us,
let it haunt every corner,
let it seep into everything,
because forgetting felt like losing you twice.

but i’m done now.
this is the last poem i write for you,
the last time i dress my pain up
to make it look like love.
you and i are dead,
and i won’t keep trying
to breathe life into a grave.

you told me i’d be better off.
i told you i was fine.
we lied—
but now i’ll tell myself the truth.
i WILL NOT write another poem for you. this is the last
667 · Jan 23
my name
lizie Jan 23
how could anyone love an eliza
when it stumbles off my tongue
like it doesn’t belong to me?
it only sounded right when you said it
471 · Dec 2024
too much
lizie Dec 2024
i told the moon my secrets,
but she turned away.
even the sky,
it seems,
cannot bear the weight of me.

i’m sorry
lizie Feb 4
a secret im too scared to share with anyone
except random strangers on the internet:
i wish i had an eating disorder.
i would be sad
but at least i’d be skinny.

im sorry.
i really am.
im sorry im sorry im sorry
422 · May 28
another kind of tired
lizie May 28
i told them i was tired.
they said “get some sleep.”
but i didn’t mean
tired like that.
i meant tired
like i don’t want to be alive.
but no one
heard me.
420 · Mar 14
help
lizie Mar 14
i need help but it feels impossible to ask
lizie Feb 15
valentine’s day came and went,
but i barely noticed—
too busy drowning in a loneliness
i can’t even name.
397 · Jan 8
call me a
lizie Jan 8
yeah, call me a ****.
it must be why i’m not only afraid of intimacy,
but any sort of physical touch as well.
384 · Jun 29
my boy
lizie Jun 29
you reached out
on january 7th in 2024,
and i haven’t stopped
loving you since.

in music,
in poems,
in every sleepy
“goodnight, i love you.”

you are the quiet
i want to come home to.
my comfort,
my constant,
my boy.
lizie Jun 10
forbidden doesn’t mean unloved.
it just means we had to get clever,
had to learn the quiet art
of slipping past the noise,
finding each other
in the cracks between rules.

we speak in hush tones
through fake personas,
a call tucked
into the folds of night,
your laugh breaking softly
against my ear like tide.

they told us “no,”
so we invented yes
in the language only we know.
stolen minutes,
a heartbeat shared
over a signal no one can trace.

the world doesn’t see
what it means when you say my name
like it’s a promise.
but i do.

and maybe we’re breaking the rules,
but we are not breaking each other.
we are not wrong.
we are not alone.
forbidden doesn’t mean unloved,
it just means
we love anyway.
348 · May 8
Untitled
lizie May 8
i made it through the day,
but not yet through the night.
345 · Dec 2024
lowercase
lizie Dec 2024
do you ever feel like the weight of a word
is heavier when it’s whispered?
like lowercase letters carry
all the fragility of a breaking heart,
soft and unsteady,
afraid to be seen but desperate
to be heard?
sometimes i write like this,
as if quiet will make it easier
to be brave.
331 · May 24
they don’t know
lizie May 24
my “friends,”
they’re planning a trip,
all joy and noise,
asking me my availability.
i don’t want to go.
they don’t know
i take off my smile at night,
like a soaked-through costume.
they don’t know
the girl in their group chat
is just a mask i wear
so i don’t disappear.
they have never realized
every night i struggle
to make it to morning.
i don’t know what to do. they’ll be mad if i don’t go, but i just don’t think i can handle it.
326 · Nov 2024
this isn’t like you
lizie Nov 2024
“this isn’t like you,” they say—
but they don’t know what i’m like

they only see the open hands
the ready smile
the way i crumble into comfort
when their worlds shake too hard

i give, and i give, and i give
until my bones feel hollow
i bend, and i break,
but never in ways they can see
“this isn’t like you,” they say—
but they don’t know what i’m like

they don’t see the nights i lie awake
wishing i could scream “enough!”
but swallowing the words instead
they don’t hear the way my heart shouts
when I finally say no—
and they call it selfishness

“this isn’t like you,” they say—
but they don’t know what i’m like
what i’m like is exhausted
what i’m like is disappearing
what i’m like is someone who wonders
if they’ve ever been seen at all
what am i like?

if they knew, they might ask
“why didn’t you tell us?”
but i’ve tried.
i’ve always tried.
and they only listen
when i’m the version of me
that they need me to be

“this isn’t like you,” they say—
but maybe it’s the only thing that ever was
the life of a people pleaser
294 · Apr 17
buried
lizie Apr 17
i may have dug the hole
but you pushed me into it
now i’m stuck down here
buried in this mess
lizie Jun 3
i called you
when texting felt too heavy,
too many words stuck inside.

you picked up.

i tried to hide the tears,
soft breaths breaking through,
hoping you wouldn’t hear
the weight in my voice.

and still, you stayed.
269 · Nov 2024
what i meant to say
lizie Nov 2024
when i said “i’m fine”
what i meant was “i’m tired”
not of you, but of trying to be
the version of me you could love

when i said “take care”
what i meant was “please stay”
but goodbye is easier when
it doesn’t sound like begging

when you said “i’m sorry”
what you meant was “it’s over”
i caught the silence between your words
the way it wrapped around my throat

and now, when i say nothing
what i mean is everything
i never knew how to tell you
while you were still listening
267 · Dec 2024
broken
lizie Dec 2024
he’s not broken like me,
so i hide my cracks—
afraid he’ll see the light
slipping through.
266 · Feb 17
dull ache
lizie Feb 17
grief was sharp when i lost her,
a knife that cut clean.
it hurt, but at least i knew why.
now the sadness has no name,
just a weight i can’t put down,
a dull ache that never leaves,
a quiet kind of drowning.
i don’t know what’s worse,
the pain that made me cry
or the emptiness that won’t let me feel.
263 · Feb 25
progress
lizie Feb 25
my legs burn from the treadmill,
god, it hurts so bad…
but no—
don’t think like that.

pain means progress,
and that’s all i care about.
260 · Nov 2024
i know now
lizie Nov 2024
i know now you’re the only one
i know now i’m the lonely one
i reached for you, but you’re out of reach
this lesson life is cruel to teach

i sang your name like a fragile song
believed in us, but i was wrong
you’ve moved ahead, yet i’m standing still
chasing shadows against my will

i know now love is a fleeting thing
a tether snapped, a severed string
i know now that the past is done
you’re not mine, and i’m no one’s one
lizie Mar 20
i miss knowing your life,
not just you.
i know your soul like it’s my own,
yet i don’t even know
what daily life looks like to you anymore.
you took a part of me
that day in early july,
a part of me i’ll never get back,
but wouldn’t want to, either.
you took summer with you
and since then
things haven’t been the same.
249 · Feb 16
Untitled
lizie Feb 16
my heart hurts
i can feel it in my chest
247 · Oct 2024
the never ending cycle
lizie Oct 2024
winter tricks you into being sad
but then spring hits you like a truck
and summer makes you feel bad
fall is supposed to be the good one
it’s the never ending cycle
poetry is hard
243 · Jan 28
numbness
lizie Jan 28
i wish i could feel it
the ache of not being enough
the way it once cracked me open

but now
there’s only silence
an emptiness where sorrow should live

nothing breaking

nothing healing

just

n u m b n e s s

still
242 · May 17
sick
lizie May 17
i feel sick to my stomach
reading words you once wrote
that once belonged to me
my heart is throbbing
238 · May 21
my mantra
lizie May 21
i read,
reread,
your poems not once,
not twice,
over and over
like a mantra.
sometimes a little bit of you
is enough.
and sometimes,
it’s not.
234 · Nov 2024
through my eyes
lizie Nov 2024
my biggest fear is you seeing me
the way i see myself—
the cracks beneath the surface,
the doubts i file away

i hide my flaws in shadows deep,
but what if you should find
the fractured mirror that i see
when i look inside my mind?
i really need to stop writing depressing poems
221 · Jun 7
the count
lizie Jun 7
the count
has gone from
26 days
to 30 seconds
220 · Jun 15
green means go
lizie Jun 15
green means go
but i hesitate.
because every green light
turns yellow eventually,
and i’ve learned to fear
what’s coming.

it’s not really about driving.
it’s just,
every time life feels good,
i’m already scared
of losing it.
218 · Nov 2024
stars and shadows
lizie Nov 2024
in the quiet depths of night’s embrace,
a thousand stars reveal their place.
we’re but flickers in a boundless sky,
brief as breaths, and bright to die
human existence is fleeting and fragile
217 · Jul 9
Untitled
lizie Jul 9
i wish people told me they were proud of me

i wish i deserved it
213 · Jan 2
resolution
lizie Jan 2
my new year’s resolution
is to take my medicine every night

why would i not take it
if it keeps me whole?

i don’t know
i wish you could tell me
209 · Mar 11
i care
lizie Mar 11
i mess everything up
i can’t stop crying
i don’t know how to make things right
i’m not supposed to be a person that hurts others
i only hurt myself
i care
207 · Jun 5
for you to notice
lizie Jun 5
it’s weird.
it feels like everything i do
is for you to notice.

but somehow,
you notice things
no one else ever has.
things even i
never knew were there.
i feel like a silly child! but it’s true. everything i do is for you to notice. i think you do. sometimes
199 · Dec 2024
words
lizie Dec 2024
her words settle like dust
on the edges of mirrors
i already avoid.

she called me names
i’ve spent years
unlearning.

her voice wasn’t loud,
but it carried—
straight to the part of me
that still believes
every insult
ever whispered.

i tell myself she’s wrong,
but i know i’ll carry this
long after she’s forgotten
she ever said it.
to be more specific
she called me an ugly fat *****
198 · Jan 31
fraying
lizie Jan 31
i always know it’s getting bad
when i start chewing on the tie of my sweatshirt.
i think it’s called an
aglet,
but all i know is,
it’s fraying like
me.
198 · Jun 13
summer with you
lizie Jun 13
summer with you
will be
forbidden meetings
and “tell me about your day.”
laughing in whispers,
loving in glances,
missing each other
endlessly and unforgivingly.

it will be
the ache of wanting more
and the sweetness of having enough.
murmurs of nothing across screens,
and talking in code,
listening to songs that only we understand.

it will be
the quiet promise
that we’ll stick together
in every way we know how.
new, different,
a little secret,
but still,
undeniably us.
194 · Jun 21
the hurt
lizie Jun 21
i slide the blade
s l o w l y
across my pale, soft skin.
it burns,
i don’t smile.
but it’s satisfying to watch
the blood pool in beads.
it hurts.
but it doesn’t hurt as much
as the pain i caused you today.
so i do it again.
190 · Nov 2024
moonlit secrets
lizie Nov 2024
beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
the tides reveal what hearts don’t show.
a fleeting whisper, a fragile tide,
secrets kept where dreams collide.
the fragile beauty of fleeting moments
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