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 Jun 29 minx
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favoritism
 Jun 29 minx
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favoritism 6.28.25 (7:05 pm / 19:05)
you love him more
just admit it

i'm always the problem
someone you fight about when you think i'm asleep
someone you are sweet to when people are watching
but you scream at behind doors
someone you are always angry at never smiling
you leave when i come in a room

i'm sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry
i wish you would just tell me how to be better
how to be the daughter you wanted
i wish you would tell me how to fix this
instead of shouting all i did wrong
don't you see i've already told myself?

i just wish you would just admit it
instead of pretending
i'm so sick of being the problem child i know i did wrong but why don't you forgive me for once
 Jun 28 minx
Kalliope
I only grow flowers with thorns.
Beautiful from afar,
Their petals softer than skin after shea butter,
But poison to the touch.

Their scent so captivating,
You can't help but search for it,
Only to be knocked out once found.

Those brave enough to pick up the stem
Will always regret it.
These thorns are razor sharp,
And they love to embed.
They've never seemed to bother me though
 Jun 28 minx
Kai
Do you?
 Jun 28 minx
Kai
Laugh in the dark at your own clever spin,
turning meaning to mischief with a smirk and a grin?
Are your nights stitched in velvet, your mind wide-awake,
with your dog at your feet and the silence you make?

Veil your affection in jest and disguise,
saying darling or love just to watch my reply?
Ever wonder, like me, if your teasing might stay
longer than you meant it to linger that way?

Lace on your wrist smells like citrus and rain,
is your scent a soft story you haven't explained?
Are your plushies arranged like an audience unseen,
watching matcha-steeped mornings unfold like a scene?

Vanish mid-text to float in your head,
do your thoughts wander far before coming to bed?
Even now, I don't ask for more than you give,
just to wonder like this is a sweet way to live.
 Jun 28 minx
kortu valentine
for years, i turned a blind eye.
sweeping caps beneath the rug,
until first light cracked,
then by morning,
it still wasn’t enough.

i drank, after greeting the day,
sometimes with coffee,
often just straight,
took a taxi to work,
then drank more on my break.
customers adored me,
or who they thought i was —
my second self
with blurred edges,
slightly louder than the dark.

some i crossed paths with
tried so hard to help —
to drag the demons out.
but the deeper they dug,
the harder i pulled away,
instead.

i’d sketch pretending on my skin
with ink from an earthy red.
dressed up for therapy,
clouds trailing like a veil —
midnight fantasy
chased with violet gin.
i called it survival,
but it tasted like sin.

spelled my sorrows on the carpet —
each drop a false reprieve.
and whilst they dripped
like honeyed mercy,
no one asked about the burn.
now bare, without prayers,
i’m an offering at your altar
after swearing i’d never return.
this one is a quiet remembrance of a toxic relationship — and how we never quite managed to break up.
June 28, 2025
 Jun 28 minx
Agnes de Lods
I flowed into the dark blue ocean of symbols.
Just yesterday,
I walked with heavy footsteps,
well-grounded.

But once again,
an irresistible force lifted me.
I wanted to see what was above.

Then I came back,
changed,
less happy,
a part of me scattered
in that an alternative universe.

Now, worlds overlapping appear,
The sun is shining with different light.
Words change their meaning.
The fog thickens so,
I can no longer see fissures
under my feet.

Step by step, carefully,
I try to pass through
a dimension of forgotten dreaming.

I don’t want to be stuck
inside an illusion for too long.
Looking at my heart still glowing,
devoured by some voices,
bite by bite, crumb by crumb.

They come in need,
then dissolve like ghosts.

How can one love,
under the heavy weight of knowing—
with Lapis Lazuli pressed
against my chest?

I don’t want to vanish
into sticky spider webs
into formal language  
that is too cold,
too detached.

Two forces fight inside me
To see the truth, even if it hurts,
or to close my eyes,
and idealize brutal reality.

Looking in the distorted mirror,
observing love quivering on the verge.
And thus, the Earth becomes the theater.

The cynical facades ******
with pretended freedom,
taking every hour,
every month,
every year,

into

PROGRESSIVE
DE…HUMANIZATION
 Jun 28 minx
nivek
half way to paradise
half way to hell

a right turn here
a left turn there

love is radical
a choice made.
 Jun 28 minx
lorelei
why do you say things you don't mean?
three words come easily for you
like a mirage you continue to uphold—
so soft, yet never true.

which ones are real?
and which ones are lies?
your quiet hides what you won’t say
but I see it in your eyes.

your tongue has made it its habit
to use your words as a weapon
but after all this time, I still wonder—
why do lies on your lips taste like heaven?
 Jun 28 minx
Travis Green
He was my paradise on fire
My ecstasy sanctuary
My crash-hot magic zone
My bliss bomb on blast
My high-voltage explosion utopia
My dream-drip dope Romeo
My cloud-nine kryptonite

I was hooked on his hypnotic heat
He was a whole soul-rockin’ocean
Of chocolate confections
Laced with luscious **** sauce
He had me dizzy and litty
Off his body-ody-ody built
To straight-up slay my heart

I was lost in his hot, kissable pecs
His dark chocolate *******
So feelable and lickable
Irresistible arms that charmed me
Delectable abs that grabbed me

He was so beardiful
All rugged seductiveness
Coveted lushness
Eyes that were hazel hotness
Top-notch art that conquered my queer heart
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