#bi
Not By Me.
19 years later 800 ***** a year.
Zero ***** Lick
Not 1 Hand Job
Not 1 Give A ****
On The Scene been Charging
You **** with creg
I built Mac
ATM
6
9
No ***** all people
So many people
What if we stack at once
Ill forgive you then once
You speak twice
Don Juan's
**** A Blue 100
Donjamins
Big Zack
Not 1 Naked
Sacred
I talk to God
God she doesn't say much
She wont reply
Ill die
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 12:52 AM UTC
Of all the monsters
that haunt the human mind:
war, famine,
the choking dust of poverty,
they choose love.
They could have feared the silence,
the way a day ends without apology,
or the night, how it crawls and lingers.
But they tremble instead
before two hands clasped together
like the answer is always destruction.
How strange it is,
that love, of all things,
becomes the wound
they flinch from,
when the world has teeth
so much sharper
than a kiss.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 5:13 AM UTC
You say you still hate me,
But it’s been a year since we’ve spoke.
And I bet you tell me off
As just another crazy ex-friend.
Cause your buddies all say
You can’t go anywhere without my ghost following.
You see me everywhere
But I’m just another crazy ex-friend.
And sure I can’t hear those songs anymore,
And sure I can’t see those people without it being your face,
At least I’m just another ex-friend haunting you.
Expect I’m not, though.
I’m the wind kissing your cheeks
And the ravine behind your grandparents’ house.
I’m the waves that send you tumbling
And the chocolate cake you try to avoid.
I am everything you used to love
And I hope it stays that way.
Because sure I’m just another ex-bestfriend
But I am also so much more.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:23 PM UTC
I wasn't made for something casual,
I need the undying love,
Of my beloved.
I need it to be never ending,
For it to cconstantly consume me.
I need it to eat me out,
To drown me in.
And **** out my soul
From within.
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 5:33 AM UTC
pride month 6.1.25 (5:10 pm / 17:10)
you were right, i guess
even though you don’t know yet
you have always been right about me
you have always known me better than myself
i have always been better in your eyes
i know i should be prouder
i know i should know better
[playing: till forever falls apart by ashe and finneas]
Jun 2, 2025
Jun 2, 2025 at 11:05 AM UTC
And I think I love an orange boy
But I think I like an lemon girl
Yet a little lime like me
Is a bit too citrusy
To have either of them like me back
And I think I want some lemonade
But I think I’d like some OJ
Yet my lime’s not sweet it’s sour
So hour after hour
They just leave me alone to sleep
Feb 1, 2025
Feb 1, 2025 at 1:20 AM UTC
Where are we going?
I… I’m not sure. Home, I guess?
Where even is home? Your parents’ house? Your friend’s?
…No.
Then where?
I’m sorry.
For what?
For not being able to answer your question. For not being enough?
…
For being me and not someone else.
…
******?
Yeah?
I love you.
…
For what it’s worth, you’re my home.
…
I think you might be mine as well.
Jan 29, 2025
Jan 29, 2025 at 10:57 PM UTC
The streetlights pass by
Faster than my eyes can see
My eyes are blurred right now
With tears falling
Because I'm driving
Away from you
Leaving you
In the distance
With only
The memory
Of your kiss
Oct 13, 2023
Oct 13, 2023 at 12:39 PM UTC
When my mom first thought that I was gay,
She and my father sat me down at the kitchen table.
I was fifteen and thought I was in love,
And all they could do was scream at me...
‘You’re a sin; what you feel isn’t natural.’
‘Where did we go wrong?’
And all I had wanted was to love in peace.
But apparently, that was too much to ask from them.
So I stifled myself.
I cut myself off from her and let us wither
Until there was nothing left of us because
I wasn't normal
And I was fifteen
And all I wanted was my mother’s approval
And how could I gain that if I wasn’t normal?
And then I was sixteen and I thought I was in love again
But this time with a seventeen-year-old boy
That knew nothing of love
And everything of sharp edges and even sharper words
But he spoke so pretty to me,
And how could I resist?
But he hurt me worse than anyone else that I’ve known
And he never even cared…
And then I was seventeen.
I was seventeen and my best friend had this mane
Of beautiful hair and I called her lovely and wife
And all the other silly little pet names that high school girls do
But little did she know that her smile
Lit fireworks inside my brain and the swarms of
Butterflies that beat in my chest rivalled that of a drum.
I thought she was beautiful.
I saw the universe in her.
But how could I admit that to myself without admitting it to
My mother, the one person whose validation I crave like
Air and water and life itself?
How could I admit to her that I wasn’t
Her little girl anymore?
That I was a disappointment?
And then I was eighteen.
I was eighteen and numb and not looking for anything when he found me...
I was eighteen and I thought that surely,
Surely
This was it, this was the feeling that I was waiting for.
But it wasn’t and I was eighteen and alone again
But this hurt worse than the others and then I was gone after that summer.
Now, I’m almost nineteen.
I’m almost nineteen and I’ve accepted the fact that
I will disappoint my mother;
The one whose opinion that I value the most;
The one that gave birth to me;
The only one that can tear me down until I feel like nothing.
But she’s my mother so how could I let her go
When she was there for my first word and my first steps
And every one of my other firsts.
My first date.
My first dance.
My first breakup.
She was there when I left for college, and she’ll be there when (if)
I get married.
Because regardless of my choices,
She loves me, and she always will.
And even if I can’t bring my partner home,
I will love her all the same.
So mom, if you see this,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that I didn’t turn out how you wanted.
I’m sorry that I disappointed you.
But I’m not sorry for being who I am.
I’m not sorry for thinking women are beautiful
And men are handsome
Because all the world needs is a little bit more love,
And who am I to deprive it of that?
Mar 15, 2022
Mar 15, 2022 at 11:26 PM UTC
I fell with the most unexpected person
I was in awe by the thought of her
I felt giddy and my inner child was giggling
There were freaking dinosaurs in my stomach doing somersaults
Is this what it feels like to be in love and be loved? If not, then I don't want this to end.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 4:53 PM UTC
Straight Boys: Why are all the hot girls lesbian?
Lesbians: Why are all the hot girls straight?
Straight Girls: Why are all the hot guys gay?
Gay Guys: Why are all the hot guys straight?
Bisexuals: WHY ARE ALL THE HOT PEOPLE TAKEN?
Pansexuals: Everyone is hot. What do i do?
Asexuals: What.
May 12, 2021
May 12, 2021 at 4:31 PM UTC
I wish people could understand
That sometimes things don't go as planned
And that I'll always try to hide
The things I feel deep down inside
I wish people could understand
That's sometimes being true is hard
That sticking to the rules is bland
So let this all become freehand
I wish they know
That it's possible to
Like boys and girls
And still be you
To be bi in a world
Where straight is the norm
To be wild and untamed
When people conform
That it's possible to
Be 'smart' and suicidal
That comfort doesn't make one
Want to keep their vitals
That just because I smile
Doesn't mean it's all fine
That I can hate my life
And still act in line
So please understand
Don't judge, don't sigh
I want you to know
That I really try
To be normal and stuff
To not scream and cry
To act like I'm still
A really good child
But before you judge
Keep this in mind
I'll keep killing myself
Until everyone thinks I'm fine
Apr 30, 2021
Apr 30, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
it's hard when
you finally understand yourself
but then realise
no one will ever accept you
for who you are
Apr 25, 2021
Apr 25, 2021 at 3:10 PM UTC
Sheathed in golden mist,
mysterious and alluring.
Apr 24, 2021
Apr 24, 2021 at 3:00 PM UTC
Was it not yesterday when we fell in love?
Was it not that night in summer just me and you?
Oh dear, have I reclaim'd my lost lover-bug?
Another poem for my dear sweet you:
Miss Lover Lady, where travels you now?
And what woman or man have you embold'?
And brown hair, so beautifully brown,
A brown that seeps into parts of my soul:
Ah, everything! Everything that is there
In the world will match not up with your eyes:
And Lady, when great universes stare
They too would get lost where the green flares lie.
But gone Lady is, by morrows of time;
And falls lover's truth withal lover's rhyme.
Mar 10, 2021
Mar 10, 2021 at 12:31 AM UTC
To the man on the street that called my ex girlfriend and I ****** I forgive you. We were nineteen and in love, I’m sorry that you were raised in a way that made you look at two girls holding hands and laughing as something that wasn’t to be shown in public. I’m sorry that my happiness made you feel insecure in that moment. My happiness was not on display to offend you. My love life was never an act of rebellion against you. I will forgive you for how you were raised but I will not apologize for showing love in a way you don’t deem appropriate for wandering eyes.
To the people I went to high school with, I’m sorry I never heard the rumours you spread about me until you were already out of my life. I’m sure you meant to break my heart when you called me **** in the hallways but your words never made their way back to me. Your aggression towards who I chose to love never stopped me from falling in love with girls I never imagined could be real. I refuse to hide away my love. I will not let your words shame me back into the closet I was scared to admit I was stuck in.
To the people who used to send me anonymous messages telling me to **** myself I hope you’re in a better place now. I often think about how my big secret made you so upset that you couldn’t stand to live in the same world as me. I’m not sorry that I’m still here now. I still feel sorry that you were so sad with yourself that you needed to make me feel as hopeless as you were.
To the people who voted no towards same *** marriage but watch girl on girl **** I’m sorry my love is only okay when it’s for your pleasure. I’m sorry that you have such a skewed view on life that you see women as objects and not as people. I would forgive you but I don’t think you’d fess to your wrongdoing to be forgiven. There is nothing to forgive if someone won’t admit that they are wrong.
I’m twenty three now and I’m still not sorry for writing love poems about beautiful girls. I have stopped apologizing for being something that I’m proud of. I no longer hide behind my assumed heterosexuality. I proudly proclaim my attraction to women because I spent too many years being ashamed of being in love. I will never again sweep hatred under the rug to keep peace. I have never needed your approval for my love to be valid and I never will.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 10:08 AM UTC
For once I would like to be longed for. I have spent countless hours of my life yearning for love from people who did not know how to accept mine. I have been told time and time again that not everybody will understand the way I love. Not everyone holds their hearts in the same regard as I do so they do not know how to return my love back to me. Over time I started confessing my love in front of mirrors, my reflection both the sender and the recipient of my love letters.
For once I would like to be the girl you dream about. I want to be on the receiving end of smiles from bubbly girls. I long to be the one to make brooding boys laugh. I am the only one writing poems about strangers I see in the streets. I make playlists for my best friend to tell her I love her but never send them. My love has been rejected too many times to take chances. I have accepted that maybe I’m only meant to dish out love like donations. My heart is spare change in empty coffee cups on busy city sidewalks.
For once I would like to be loved. Not just liked. Not just a fling or a fleeting thought or another notch on another persons bedpost. I want someone to think of me in the same way I think of them. I want someone to look at me and see a spark. A possibility. A future that’s worth working for. I would like to be on the receiving end of goodnight texts sent long after I’ve already fallen asleep, so when morning comes I can know I’m on someone’s mind even when I’m not present. Maybe someday I’ll be the girl you hear about in love songs but for now I’ll keep writing love letters I never send. Spilled ink will never hurt as deeply as watching someone you love not love you back.
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 10:03 AM UTC
I have always been weary
of putting names in my poems
in fear that I will never be able to take
my confessions back
but when is a good day to tell you
that I have loved you in every lifetime
In the past we were entangled in each other
One life we were shooting stars
another we laid lazily in fields of wildflowers
a love too strong to explain through words
so we didn’t speak
instead you embodied the beauty of spring
a way to remind us of those April days
when nothing existed outside of each other
We hid our love behind buttercups and daisies
maybe that’s why I love to bring you flowers
to feel the flicker of a spark we shared
in a lifetime so long ago
In another lifetime we read quietly together
over coffee in smoky French cafe’s
we underlined passages
that we would read each other in secret
our love withstanding a time
when it was criminal to look at one another
with the type of love we shared
I don’t know if I have ever loved you loudly
there are no muscle memories
of me shouting your name from rooftops
or unapologetically holding your hand
without fear of repercussions
—even now I don’t know how to form the words
“I love you”
without looking around to see who’s listening
even after all this time I love you in secret
I still can’t put your name in my poems
but i promise in one of our lifetimes
I’ll write your name in every poem
and tell you that I’m in love with you out loud
someday the words
won’t feel stuck in my throat
but I hope that’s in a lifetime sooner than later
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 10:02 AM UTC
Her perfect smile,
Shines brighter than his.
But he is what everyone expects I want.
He is what everyone expects I need.
But she is so beautiful,
She's everything I desire.
I wonder if she ever sees me
and
Thinks the same.
Feb 23, 2021
Feb 23, 2021 at 12:03 PM UTC
oh!
my tea has grown cold in the time i have sat here
and dreamed of you.
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 12:51 AM UTC
She hates herself so much.
I could never understand how she calls her self ugly.
Shes so pretty my stomach hurts with want.
Not just her face or body
All of her.
She is amazing
I hurt myself but the only thing I feel is her.
I have never been in love but maybe this is what it feels like.
It hurts.
I like it
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 3:49 AM UTC
I can't stop thinking about her.
We drank and laughed,
I think it was the first time I drank to remember rather than to forget.
She asked me to kiss her and I laughed.
"Anytime" I said.
I meant it
I backed up to grab another drink,
afraid that I might give in to the strangth of the ***** in my hands.
Even after you had thrown up,
you had looked at me and laughed.
You were pretty all the time
That night I slept with your head on my lap,
hoping it was you who asked, not your drink.
That was months ago and Ive been waiting for another sign.
Im afraid it was only me
Feb 4, 2021
Feb 4, 2021 at 3:37 AM UTC