maybe fire is a synonym
of compassion, and we
interpreted it differently.

and so when i tell you
that my heart burns passionately,
it isn't to say that you'll
get burned—

it is to let you know that, sometimes,
pain is a precursor to happiness,
and that nothing comes
without a cost.

I never needed to know the true nature of darkness—
Because I had already found my light in you.
An angel with emerald eyes,
A soul so radiant it banished every shadow in mine.

I once believed, with a quiet certainty,
That our story would end not in sorrow,
But in a sacred moment—
You beside me, hand in hand,
Eyes brimming not with grief,
But with the weight of love
And the ache of temporary parting.

From the instant I saw you,
I knew you were the one
Who had wandered through my dreams,
Night after night,
Your voice echoing softly
Long before it ever reached my ears.

I couldn’t let you go
Without hearing that sound in waking life—
That voice that had become my lullaby.

But as all light eventually fades,
So too did ours dim and vanish.
Now, I ***** through shadows,
Trying to find you again
In the echoes of laughter,
In the warmth of memory.

Your smile, etched in my mind,
Is the last star in a darkening sky—
The only thing keeping me from falling
Into the abyss that beckons.

Please—
If you still linger in the ether,
Reach for me.
I am here.
Arms outstretched,
Grasping at emptiness,
Begging for your light
To return once more
And illuminate this darkness
You left behind.

handplucked, stared at, silence.
examined front-to-back, indifferent,
and dropped in a cylindrical hell
unlike any other you'd ever know.
subject, object, experiment.
a constant mire of hate, sin,
fear, death, lust. hate.
anything and everything adjacent
to violet highlights in calming sunsets,
a love for what can be despite what is.
inked by the growing bead in your chest
that pulsates when you dream of better,
more, the minimum. pure existence.
the bliss of firing off one round
of expression that might shift the world
and free you.
something you can't know
while others hold the jar and shake you.

Feeling everything, saying nothing
Not because I  can't ,but because I choose
But still,somehow, setting myself free.
Free from the need to be understood,
Free from the weight of proving my pain.

The journey of both coals and diamonds is different,
Yet sometimes, coal outshines diamond.
Diamonds take millions of years to become what they are—
Still, sometimes, they're not considered good enough.
Their value often depends on their flaws.
But does anyone ever speak of the pain?

Coals here get everything they desire.
Coals here are placed on crowns.
What about the diamond that made itself nearly perfect—
Yet still faces betrayal from the world?

It isn’t really about diamonds, anyway.
It’s all about what I feel every day.

She who is afraid of sharp things
Who's afraid of needle
Who's afraid of being physically hurt
Who's afraid of getting cuts
Who cries on the smallest invisible cut
Who tries to protect herself from getting hurt
Who can't stand blood
Who's afraid of dying
Who wants to live
Who wants to explore
Who wants to be lively
Who wants to be happy
Who finds happiness in the smallest things
Is now c*tting herself
Just to know that she's alive
Just to know she isn't dead
Just to feel relieved
Just to escape her life
Just to bleed all the pain out

The burgundy lighting
Is oh so exciting
I'm lush and inviting
For all to see
My body is moving
The dance Im resuming
Cigarette smoke is pluming
Look at me

I dance for hours
Until early hours
For higher powers
Whom pay for me

To leech off my fleet and to preach on deciet to forgive or forget I don't know

The threat is consuming
You hate me? Well sue me
I don't give a **** about what you please
If you were halfway decent
I'd let you get even
In light of the recent events

But I'm just a body
Meat to be discarded
I am not your Bunny
And I am not Holly