look what you’ve left on me —
a bouquet of stitches,
still-healing scars,
fine lines i can’t conceal
etched across my heart.

and what of your voice
haunting me?
i hope to god it disappears,
and someday,
i won’t even remember
that all of this was ever real.

is it too late
to tell you how i feel?
honey, don’t answer.
i couldn’t bear to hear
all the things you’d have to say.

so keep those lips sealed,
and let me silently pray
that one day these scars heal,
and fade into nothingness,
along with your name.

you are
a burden
i carry
in every breath —
a firestorm
destroying all
ahead.

you are
a monster
waiting for me
to sleep —
an anchor
knotted at my neck,
pulling me
to the deep.

you are
an echo
of my voice
caught in a fight —
the lurking dark
that smothers
all the light.

you are
a void
consuming
the best self i had,
leaving nothing
but the throbbing
in my chest.

and yet,
you are
the question
i can’t answer:
why do i still hold you dear?
that remains a mystery —
even to me.

i burn with fury
he could leave me
but i don’t have that luxury
he saved himself from me
i am held hostage
by this obligation to live
his abandonment is not termed
selfish the way mine would be
so i stay,
alone with the knowledge that i am someone people leave.
someone everyone leaves

I’ve been to the darkest depths of the world,
And felt the cold hand of death caressing my chest.
I have seen the true mark of hatred,
And inflicted the pain of fire.

But never, never have I been deeply touched
Like the warmth of the burning sun
Or with the sparkle of the night sky’s stars.

Have you ever put yourself through hell just to keep someone else alive?
Have you ever been stabbed in the chest and had the knife twisted,
Yet felt nothing at all?

I’ve walked with sisyphus,
And flown with icarus,
But never have I step foot in the hallowed halls of Olympus.

Have you ever been deeply and truly loved?
Because, I have.
Loved with the glowing red warmth of a heartbeat.
Loved like achilles at the break of war.

Have you ever felt deep and true love for another?
Because never, never have I
Felt my heart beat in rhythm with another’s,
Or looked upon a face and felt like I’d set sail on a hundred ships
Just to fight for her.

I’ve never felt my chest rise and fall in time with their breath,
Never have I held a hand and felt my chest alight in sparks and warmth.
Have you ever felt this way?
The pain and the raw passion of heartache?

Because one day, one day,
I hope I can say that I have ever
Felt that way.

lately,
i've been down—
and i don't understand
why it still haunts me.

i thought
this would be
the last time.

i was ready
to move on,
but there was
one last storm
i didn’t account for.

i know—
pain isn’t linear,
and sometimes,
the thunder rolls
before the rain
takes form.

but love
was never meant
to last,

not today,
not tomorrow—
not even
if you asked.

so baby,
i ask of you:
let this love
live in the past.

there won’t be
a final act—
just two hearts
moving forward,
intact.

it still hurts.
your memory’s radioactive.
it’s no use thinking about
how much i lost
as the script of my life kept rolling.

you caught me as i fell,
i was searching for a way out,
and found you instead.
but reaching for you
only pulled me deeper down.

looking back is hard.
toxic dust i breathed in,
a chemical romance
that burned through my lungs,
your atmosphere seeping into everything.

maybe fate turned kinder
the moment i left.
what i might have become
is folded quiet,
neatly kept.

but it still stings.
not the loss — the time i can’t reclaim.
you weren’t a lesson.
you were a delay.

so take the version of me
you once believed.
i won’t ask fate for mercy,
nor beg time to rewind.
i’m done with your ghosts
that never tried.