#griefandgrowth
I knew from the start
you will leave
just like the rest
why did i expect a change?
Would tears change anything?
I don’t feel hot or cold
should I?
The love, the joy,
it last for a while,
but in the end
it’s always me thinking about you.
The seasons changed
they’ll come back again,
brand new.
BUT
It doesn’t feel the same
without you.
To be lost in you
is nothing new to me.
Though only memories
remain of us.
A heart beating
with no soul.
i want to live
in the present but
how can i forget the past?
Time will pass
from fall to spring.
would you ever notice?
the footsteps behind you
are gone.
you should have known
better.
you always did.
The world moved on,
so why am i still stuck?
The water eventually stills,
but it remains in the memory.
It was worth every penny,
and now it’s back to day one
just me,
waiting for none.
Jan 16
Jan 16, 2026 at 12:40 PM UTC
if it all went
away today,
would you still
be mine?
if it all went
away today,
will i be fine?
the clock just
ticks away,
and these wasted
years have left
me astray.
i can’t re-live,
and live in fear,
but i don’t
know how to
set myself
free.
(is anybody
there?)
i’m not well,
and time will
tell
when the pieces
finally fit
together,
and i make
sense of this
hell.
if it all
went away today,
would you
still be
mine?
Nov 22, 2025
Nov 22, 2025 at 5:05 AM UTC
We never said goodbye
We just became strangers with memories
I watched you turn soft confessions into exit wounds
We made promises just to break them quietly
You loved me like a secret you were ashamed of
I loved you like a future that never arrived
You held back when I needed you the most
I gave everything to someone already gone
Some nights I hear you in every song
Some mornings I wish you’d haunt me less
This is how I bury you
One song at a time
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 12:01 PM UTC
It feels like delayed grief,
these tears that beg to fall now.
They blocked you,
cut you off
from knowing their lives.
But if we’re being honest—
you erased them first.
So don’t suffer for this.
You were never that important to them.
If you had been,
things would never have ended this way.
They don’t belong to you anymore.
You live another life now.
They’re still stuck with the same problems,
the same conversations,
the same songs.
And you—
you are more awake,
more lucid,
more whole than before.
So let the ache in your chest,
the sting in your eyes,
the lump in your throat—
come and go.
You are not there anymore.
You are here.
You are the sky, not the clouds.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 8:53 AM UTC
Who the hell you think you are?
to take my spark
you were meant to light it
not dim it
now it just flickers
barely alive
Who the hell you think you are?
to make my eyes
lose their sight
with the very tears
that once searched for your smile
Who the hell you think you are?
to make the hand
that reached for you
bleed
Who the hell you think you are?
to scar the skin
that once stayed soft for you
Who the hell you think you are?
to shatter the heart
that only beat your name
Who the hell you think you are?
to make a body
live like it’s dying
just because
it loved you
WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!?
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Who the hell you think you are?
to give your spark away
to someone who dimmed it
Who the hell you think you are?
to let your tears fall
until your vision faded
Who the hell you think you are?
to let your fingers bleed
for someone who never reached back
Who the hell you think you are?
to let them write pain
onto your skin
Who the hell you think you are?
to hand your heart over
only to watch it break
Who the hell you think you are?
to let someone
bury you in silence
while you're still breathing
Who the hell you think you are?
to let them hurt you
and call it love
WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!?
Who the hell you think you are ?
to make me hate my self
to make angry on myself
to make me regret the choices I made
WHO THE HELL YOU THINK YOU ARE!!!?
Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
I cut my hair today and you'll never know,
I held it together in that salon,
but I cried the whole way home, they told me life would go on,
but I wasn't prepared for what that meant,
crying at every change whether it's your hair or losing friends
you cry because it hits you,
you're still growing up,
and you have to do it now without someone you really loved,
little things will happen,
and big things will too,
and every time I will look to the sky,
and hope you saw them too,
I go over the list in my head every single day,
all of the things you'll never know,
things I'll never get to say, like I cut my hair today,
and when I looked in the mirror,
I loved the girl I'm becoming and hated that you'll never meet her.
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 7:08 AM UTC
I look in the mirror and see someone softer—
Not weaker,
But worn in a way love tends to leave behind.
There was a time I loved blindly,
Loudly,
Without asking if the ground could hold me.
I called it strength,
But it was fear
Wearing confidence like perfume.
Now, I measure my footsteps.
I pause before giving too much.
I speak, not to be heard—
But to be honest.
You wouldn’t recognize the way I love now.
Not because it’s gone,
But because it’s grown quiet,
Rooted deeper,
No longer searching for permission to bloom.
I am still learning.
Still unlearning.
Still loving.
But I am not the same.
And maybe—
That’s what healing really is.
Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 9:06 PM UTC