I hope to be
one of those people
who never lets you forget:
you are loved.

Can I be your star system?
So blissfully unaware
Of your awed gaze
Glittering in the heavens
An interstellar display
Laid out before you
All raw and vulnerable
Solar flares and star dust
Can I be your muse?
Your inspiration
Every time you turn to the sky
Can I be the one
Who strikes your heart
And resonates
With your soul
To a level that you
That you've never felt before
Can I be your everything?
Can I be your everything?

Oh kindred one, how strange that the world wants you to be kind but when you think about it, has the world ever been kind to you?


I didn't think so, but, however, please don't stop being another soul in this universe that we do not deserve but desperately need.

with my head in the clouds
i wonder when I’ll hurtle back down
into the godforsaken ground
where most people live
with reality, safe and sound
yet me, i liked to dream impossibly
of how my mother’s sharp edges
would melt into soft clay
of how arms clad with armour
would cradle me, make me calmer
or how someone would look at me
and be desperate to see my vulnerability
as if i was a painting in a museum that
they wanted to look at endlessly

Better dead
Than misunderstood

It hurts
When alive

poems are a bit harder to write
when you dont feel music in your mind

too many tabs open

tv static for feelings

'error 404' for thoughts

poems are a bit harder to create
when you cant keep your sh*t straight