#boyproblems
You drunkenly texted me regarding how I'm supposedly "Really pretty"
and how you can "only imagine how much prettier I've gotten" since you last saw me
Well, what makes you think time increases beauty?
Especially when I had none to begin with?
Well, alright yes
My beauty has multiplied by exactly 85 times as much as it used to be
0 times 85 is still zero though
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 3:34 AM UTC
I always get myself into this mess
I always let him tell me I'm smart, I'm pretty
I always let him tell me I have a nice smile, I'm amazing
I always let him tell me I have a great personality
And that he loves me for all the right reasons
And that I'm way to good for him
And I believe him
I believe every word that comes out of his mouth
Thinking he will catch me
When I hopelessly fall in love with him
But alas, that will never be my reality
He will never catch me
Instead he will message other girls while we go out for dinner
He'll comment on their instagrams while I'm sitting right beside him
And of course he will sext them, because what I have to offer will never be good enough
But for some ********* reason
I still can't stay away
And I get myself into this mess
Because for I am a hopeless lover and dreamer
And the will be the death of me
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 11:16 PM UTC
"The price of love is loss,
but still we pay."
And I'm afraid, my dear
That I've paid in full
For you see
I'm running out of things to lose.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
I was consumed by liquor,
prompting my gates to open.
Out rushed the courage,
to share with you my emotions.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 6:00 AM UTC
I prayed to God,
"Give me him or get me over him."
It's been two years,
and that prayer still hasn't been answered.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
I fell in love
with a boy I was never supposed to touch.
Not because he was cruel,
not because he did not love me back,
but because another girl
loved him first
and left pieces of herself
inside his bones.
My friend.
She speaks about him
like a house fire—
something beautiful
that burned too hot to survive.
And I sit beside her
pretending my hands are clean
while hiding sparks in my mouth.
Because he looks at me differently now.
Not with the empty politeness
people use to survive each other,
but with recognition.
Like somewhere along the line
I became familiar to his soul.
It is a dangerous thing
to be understood by someone
you cannot have.
Sometimes I catch him staring at me
when laughter fills the room,
and there is something devastating
in the way he quickly looks away—
like we are both trying
to protect a crime
that has not happened yet.
My friend would hate me for this.
Not for loving him—
love happens accidentally—
but for letting him love me back.
That is the unforgivable part.
So I silence myself daily.
I carve my feelings smaller,
teach them how to fit
inside casual conversations
and unfinished sentences.
I become an actress
in my own life.
I say, “We’re just friends,”
while my heartbeat betrays me
like thunder behind closed doors.
And the worst part is—
he understands.
There is grief
in the way he keeps his distance.
A sadness in how carefully
he speaks to me,
as if one wrong word
could collapse everything.
Sometimes I wonder
if we would have loved each other openly
in another universe.
One where loyalty
did not demand self-destruction.
One where timing
was kinder to people like us.
But this universe
gave me his almosts.
Almost holding his hand.
Almost kissing him.
Almost hearing him admit
what already lives
between every glance.
So instead,
I carry him quietly.
Like stolen light
hidden beneath my skin.
And maybe that is what heartbreak truly is—
not losing someone,
but meeting the right person
at the wrong moral crossroads
and choosing pain
because you still want to be
a good person
when this is over.
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 11:31 PM UTC