#billieeilish
Don’t be that way.
I say it to myself in the mirror,
softly,
like I’m handling something already cracked.
I fall apart twice a day,
not dramatically,
just enough to notice.
Just enough to keep going.
I wish I could feel what I say
before I say it,
because my words always land
after the damage is done.
I call it honesty.
It’s really just harm with better grammar.
Show, never tell.
So I show it.
In the way my shoulders sink.
In the way I stop expecting things.
I know myself too well.
I know which moods will pass
and which ones move in.
If tears could be bottled,
mine wouldn’t be glamorous.
No pools.
No models.
Just small, sealed containers
hidden in drawers
no one ever opens.
I learned early
that something about me is always wrong.
If it’s not my clothes,
it’s my body.
If it’s not my body,
it’s my silence.
If it’s not my silence,
it’s the fact that I noticed.
If “I love you” were a promise,
I don’t know if I’d keep it.
Not because I don’t mean it,
but because I disappear
when things start to matter.
I tell the mirror what she already knows:
I leave myself
every time it hurts.
I don’t want to be you anymore.
I don’t want to wake up
already tired of being alive.
My hands are cold.
They always are.
Like they’ve been holding something too long
and forgot what warmth feels like.
Losing feeling isn’t scary anymore.
It’s familiar.
It’s quiet.
Was I made from a broken mold,
or did I just learn
how to break gently,
without making a sound?
I’m hurt in ways I can’t explain.
I’ve made every mistake,
and I carry them
like proof that this is what I deserve.
Only I know
exactly how I fall apart—
which thought to follow,
which memory to touch,
which sentence to repeat
until it starts to feel true.
If tears could be bottled,
I wouldn’t sell them.
I’d line them up on the floor
and sit there,
counting all the times
I survived
without ever feeling okay.
So I look at myself and say nothing.
Because sometimes silence
is the only thing honest enough.
I don’t want to be you.
Not like this.
I don’t want to be you.
I don’t want to be you
anymore.
Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 4:52 PM UTC
I perceive Cadillac contempt
Justin perhaps the test tune
Evil allowance Corvette describe
Slow join abundance miracle
The deprivation comrade
Sinuette flyer abbreviation team
Too much for Scorn born of Ire
Moon gander wand have not
Fulcram vanity hazelnut tree paths
Wisp furrow
Suffer as contemplation
Illusory pond
Atlantic vines anul Eden
Idiom pillar'd in turns roman
Verse 1
Kendall Love
Vision template
Frank speaks
"I wanna be like I still love you"
Frank taste his native leaf, that's all
Now vape and coffee origin
Lara from frank
Lull la runners rain
Everything is everything
La la la la la
Wherever
She's
Cot
Boy me
Chalkboard girl poems that
Sep 10, 2025
Sep 10, 2025 at 3:06 PM UTC
Early Rise
"All right"
Seasons
The give
Natures recital
Towards grieve
As strange fruit
Cities
The grapple
Played our charades
Pairs the well in
paul sheridan 14h
Untitled
when I saw her I fancied her and
thirty odd years later
after we married I still do and
****** hell woman I still fancy you
Absolutely right that's happening to you
My piza has flat screen
Cold lend over half tower
From last night's waltz alone
Black cap pvris cover
California sunrises blah
Ratsos recording shifts
Hold on kettle
Cream warmth bites no toast
Under lift no pat
Compression comprehension
Staying in reasons
With books
Toni Braxton
Alicia Keys
Nick Cannon
Walking my baby back home
9 minutes without breakfast in one
Her abandoned ballet returns
Cuba in remorse
Dedicated to Yvette Garcia
Dedicated to Yvette Garcia
#mileycyrus #taragendron #jennahaze #taylorswift #tonibraxton #parisjackson #nickcannon #pvris #fontainesband
Chalkboard Girl poem grief
Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 10:59 AM UTC
the concessions
in past lives of dusks
and ****** mess
the contorted skull
left alone
where we grip off that chicks haste
to run into rain again
my jackets
all time
the fold of ireland grows, it grows
taken care of
the nother place you jumped on
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 2:55 PM UTC
I am listening to Billie
drop her new album,
Curious to hear, indie,
pop or chill, vulnerable?
Or will it be just another
wannabe?
And as I ponder, my focus
wanders to the bird calls
outside my window,
they are spectacular,
unique and peppery,
shrill and squawky
and a soft melody.
How can humans compare?!
Oct 18, 2024
Oct 18, 2024 at 9:31 PM UTC
I Don't Love You- Song by MCR
I Love You- Song by Billie Eilish
All the good girls go to heaven-Lyrics from the song This Is How I Disappear by MCR
All The Good Girls Go To Hell- Song by Billie Eilish
Dec 15, 2021
Dec 15, 2021 at 6:18 PM UTC
I feel like Billie is HEAVILY inspired by MCR and Frank Iero.
Examples:
Stomachaches = Album by Frank Iero
Bellyache = Song by Billie Eilish
"I'm Not Okay" = Lyrics/Song by MCR
"I'm not okay" = Lyrics from the song 'Listen Before I Go' by Billie Eilish
"I'm Okay" = Lyrics from the song 'I'm Not Okay' by MCR
"I'm Okay" = Lyrics from 'You Should See Me In A Crown' by Billie Eilish
Six Feet Down Under = Song by Frank Iero
Six Feet Under = Song by Billie Eilish
Don't you think so too?
Oct 22, 2021
Oct 22, 2021 at 10:49 AM UTC
stay,
i think
as they all say their goodbyes
stay,
i think
saying it would be unwise
stay,
i say
and then want to vaporize
in a room full of people,
you're the one i recognize
stay,
you don't
and a part of me dies
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 12:29 AM UTC
no matter what or how i think
i think a part of me is broken.
i feel like something is pressing my heart.
it feels so frustrating, and it makes me sad.
what should i do?
Mar 16, 2020
Mar 16, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC
Deberia saber
Que me dejaras
No mas para que ves
Te la estas buscando
Hacimos pareja
Pero te vi alla
Mucho para aguantar
Tu eras mi vida
Pero la vida no es justo
Era estupida para amar te?
Era tonta ayudar te?
Era ovio a todo lo de mas?
Me calli por tu mentira
Tu nunca me querias
Engañame una y doz veces
Voy a morir en un paradiso
Tu nunca me vas a ver llorar
No hay tiempo a morir
Lo deje quemar
Tu no eres mi preocupacion
Fantasmas de mi pasado regresan
Otro leccion para aprender
Tu nunca me vas a ver llorar
No hay tiempo a morir
© Sofia Villagrana 2020
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
I just listened to;
6 broadway shows,
2× When We All Fall Asleep, Where Do We Go?
And I read a whole book (Harry Potter 6)
I'm not ok
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
I'm not trying to save us anymore
I'm done thinking we might just spark enough ..
Jun 7, 2019
Jun 7, 2019 at 1:45 PM UTC