1-12-25   9:56pm

it's like i'm already mourning
the loss of your smile
your existence
slipping through my fingers


what would humans give
to forget someone?
to erase them from their memories
as though they never were

a blip in time
a body without a face
a mind without a soul



I'm petrified of this ending
it hasn't even started yet
people always leave

please don't leave

sunset splayed across the wall
your eyes
your smile
your laugh
trees
wind
and the feeling of hope

1-21-25   7:07pm

we met in the winter

icy driveway
opening car doors
blasting the heat
dry skin
warm smiles

i'm not taking it personally
I think you're quite wonderful, actually
even after the fact
that I haven't heard from you

1-15-25   11:04pm

i kiss like tomorrow isn't promised
sing such melodies only the skilled can achieve
dance under the moonlight
(yes I don't give a **** who's watching)
laugh so loud heads usually turn
cry during movies
cry to musicals
write ****** poetry

I'm dramatic
I say stupid things I don't mean
I'm embarrassing
I truly believe I was a dragonfly in a past life
my grandfather's spirit lives within me

all these wonderful things
I forget so often


we take things for granted
we take ourselves for granted
yet
we're all just little stars
waiting for our time to shine


"magic cannot leave you when it is you..."

1-25-25   9:56pm

sorry that my lips tasted like crayons when we kissed, my lipstick is expired

has anyone ever noticed how similar humans are to rotten fruit? we're all just messed up creatures on the inside with beautiful shells, some more pleasing than the others. take a bite and you might get sick. the rotten parts do spread, that is if you don't take care of them. like a broken heart...

1-8-25   8:05pm

every time you don't respond
i convince myself you're done

my mind
my worst enemy

do you still want this with me?
i might ask

have you met someone else?
is she wonderful?
what does she smell like?
does her laugh sound like the most wonderous
orchestra known to man


the feeling of love
and wanting to be loved
is so volatile
my own personal current
pushing out to sea