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Jun 20 Lyle

Spoken

Jun 20 Lyle

Sean Maloney

Spoken

I’m running out of words to write,
But it’s not because I’m out of ideas.
I talk to you in poetry,
Each message containing a memorable line,
One that I could paste here,
But feels too personal- too real to record.

But I’m still here,
The Sean you fell for,
The Sean you can’t stop falling for.
I’m just adapting,
Learning to say the things I want to say,
Instead of posting them.

Jun 20 Lyle

Vulnerable

Jun 20 Lyle

Sean Maloney

Vulnerable

Today felt real
And I know we’re real
But it didn’t feel like living off a chance
It felt like we were living now

I’ve been dreaming of us for years
Caring about you for months
Talking to you for weeks
But today was somehow different
You showed me vulnerable
And it clicked
You’re not talking to me
The weird kid
The boy who can’t do anything right
You’re talking to Sean
The projected confidence
The bundle of odd talent
And many things I personally wouldn’t call myself

But now I know
Who I really am
Because you see Sean for who he is
And I want to too

Jun 20 Lyle

i wish you were here

Jun 20 Lyle

lizie

i wish you were here

i wish you were here
so i could tell you everything
without trying to make it sound okay.
just talk,
about things that matter
and things that don’t.
about why the sky feels too far away today
or how i’m tired for no reason.
i think if you were here,
the words would come easier.
or maybe i wouldn’t need so many.

Jun 20 Lyle

Worry

Jun 20 Lyle

Sean Maloney

Worry

I know you’re okay
                                   But I worry
                                                        And miss you
                            I want you back
Where are you
                            Come back
                                                 I love you

Jun 19 Lyle

summer lullabies

Jun 19 Lyle

lizie

summer lullabies

i like the way the sun prickles my skin.
like it’s noticing me,
saying my name in heat.
i lie there and take it,
grateful to be wanted
by something so distant.

it burns slowly,
soft as a lullaby,
and i tell myself it’s warmth,
not warning.

i lie still,
my body blooming into color
like a secret i forgot to hide.
no one sees it.
but i’ll feel it later.

just like always.

Jun 19 Lyle

pain means progress (you said)

Jun 19 Lyle

lizie

pain means progress (you said)

you told me “pain means progress,”
and now i hear you
in the ache of every muscle,
in the quiet burn that comes after trying.

not because we worked out together,
but because you said it once,
like it was nothing,
and it stayed.

and now,
when i run farther than i want to,
or breathe through the hurt,
i think of you.

not in some distant way.
you’re here.
you’re mine.
you’re the reason i don’t give up
even when it stings.

and maybe the idea is a little twisted,
but it reminds me that loving you
makes me stronger,
even if it hurts.

Jun 18 Lyle

Wrecking Bloom

Jun 18 Lyle

Maryann I

Wrecking Bloom

I plant a garden with trembling hands—
then salt the soil at dawn.
I lace the sky with paper birds
then chase them off with storm songs.

I cradle peace like porcelain,
but breathe too hard,
and shatter it.

The mirror forgives me
until I touch it.
Then it cracks—
right where my face lives.

I keep building bridges
out of wax and wishbones,
then light them from both ends
just to see
if anyone notices
me
burn.

Some nights,
I set fire to every chance I prayed for,
just to prove
I don’t deserve warmth.

And still—
I water the ashes,
hope something bruised
might bloom again.

I’m learning not to push things away just because I’m scared they won’t stay.
I’m trying to grow things without pulling them up to check if they’re still there.
It takes time, but I’m trying—and that’s enough for now.

#selfsabotage #destruction #regret #bloom

Jun 18 Lyle

Depression

Jun 18 Lyle

Liana

Depression

Depression's a *****
Won't leave me alone
It thinks that my body is her home
And no matter how many times I assure her
No
She just keeps coming right back
Each time stronger than before

So depressed recently

Jun 18 Lyle

I’m a glass cup

Jun 18 Lyle

Elena Rosi

I’m a glass cup

I broke a glass cup.
It shattered in my feet,
I stared as it fell, for
It didn’t cut deep.

I wanted water,
Just a cup of water
I was very busy
being the eldest daughter,
I ignored feeling dizzy
And kept cleaning.

I didn’t mean to, but I broke you.
You can’t serve water any longer
With a plastic cup I wonder:
Did I crack first—
Or did I become my mother?

It’s not really about a cup. It’s about the glass that was once a cup. When I don’t pay attention to myself, I end up like that. Take care of yourself, and do what you really want ✨✨

Jun 18 Lyle

The quiet one

Jun 18 Lyle

Kezexxe

The quiet one

The one people dont look at twice,
Who people overlook,
Who people dont realize are the strongest,
Have seen more,
Have felt more,
Have lost more,
Who put the biggest smile on their face,
So people dont pity them,
They are the best listeners,
And always understand,
Because people always dont suspect the quiet one