Lately all I've been writing is Untitled.
Bits and pieces without a name. I never
quite know what to call anything anymore.
I write through stained fingers and
I can't seem to hit send.
Untitled.
It haunts me, staring back at me with
judgement. A million feelings and I can't
conjure a couple to put in that slot.
It's a lot.
I can't seem to gather a couple words to send you a message.
I don't know what to put there.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know why.
We may as well be a stars distance away,
in this silent box of never-said.
Everything just comes out Untitled.
Oct 16, 2025
Oct 16, 2025 at 8:59 AM UTC
Lately all I've been writing is Untitled.
Bits and pieces without a name. I never
quite know what to call anything anymore.
I write through stained fingers and
I can't seem to hit send.
Untitled.
It haunts me, staring back at me with
judgement. A million feelings and I can't
conjure a couple to put in that slot.
It's a lot.
I can't seem to gather a couple words to send you a message.
I don't know what to put there.
I don't know what to say.
I don't know why.
We may as well be a stars distance away,
in this silent box of never-said.
Everything just comes out Untitled.
