#feelingsmatter
She struck me
out of the blue,
the way that most beautiful songs
find you.
It plays out of nowhere,
normally when you're out and about—
one foot out the door,
slipping through the holes
of a random speaker.
Before I knew, I was nodding
my head.
It's already full of things
that don't matter.
My head and the thoughts
That go through it.
Her voice cuts through all of that,
a song you want to know the name of,
so you can hear it again—
one that you hope doesn't end too soon,
but still delicate enough to not
notice when she tips away.
She's a song,
a uniquely beautiful woman
that you notice before she walks
away.
There's not enough in the world
that makes sense.
She pulls me in and confesses
that she's just like me—
the way that most beautiful songs do.
I knew that I would chase her
before she walked away.
Dec 25, 2024
Dec 25, 2024 at 3:29 AM UTC
You dealt my heart like it was cards,
Shuffled trust with easy words.
One day warm, the next one cold,
A story half-truth, half-told.
I read the lines you wrote for me,
Thought they meant “you choose to see.”
But every verse had strings beneath,
A puppet show beneath your teeth.
Now I’m left with quiet rooms,
And echoes of a borrowed tune.
Not sure if I was loved or used,
Just sure I feel confused.
So I’ll take back what’s still mine—
The beat, the breath, the steady line.
You can keep the game you play,
I’m learning how to walk away.
May 9
May 9, 2026 at 10:06 AM UTC