#heartonmysleeve
Working so hard— like you're covering rent,
that's a reason for you living in my head.
Way too many careless thoughts, I must
be losing my mind, just falling in love again.
Imported names, I'll make yours important,
then file it carefully in my mental ledger.
Tax orders, clearance sales— buying into
a dream of falling in love once again.
Maybe a little ahead of myself, big-headed
with small thoughts, filling up all the space
that used to be mine alone, not alone again.
Right inside my head, I find her waiting—
someone who never leaves, who never
really leaves at all. Falling In Love Again.
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 5:45 PM UTC
She walks in and the world forgets to breathe
Blonde hair shining like morning sunlight
Eyes the color of clear skies after a storm
Skin soft and bright as silk sheets in summer
Her smile is the start of every good day
Her laughter is a melody you never want to end
She is grace in motion,
Long and elegant
Five foot ten,
The perfect height for holding close
Every step she takes is poetry
Her voice fills the room,
sweet and haunting
Notes linger in the air,
Gentle as a promise
When she sings,
you remember every childhood wish
When she looks at you,
you believe in forever
She is beautiful in ways cameras cannot keep
Stunning in the way the stars are,
Silent and sure
Amazing in every glance,
Every word, every gentle touch
She feels like coming home after wandering lost
She makes you want to write love songs and start over
She is the daydream that finally comes true
She is hope dressed as a woman
And when she chooses you,
You know
Love is not a myth,
It is her standing right here
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 12:13 AM UTC
my love, it is time I confess something to you
I like you, I have a crush on you
I thought that love at first sight was just a movie genre
but on prom night, I saw you and your weirdness
I just knew you were someone I wanted in my life
it is so nice to finally meet someone
who writes poetry as well
you are eclectic, weird, funny, kind, and carefree
you have this kindness that drew me in
when I noticed how weird you were
it hooked me
I love how you make me laugh
and you aren't afraid to be yourself
you make the world a brighter place
and I love that about you
it's hard to put into words how you make me feel
but I'll try my best
I smile every time I get a text from you
I laugh at every funny selfie
I giggle at every nickname and compliment
you make my heart race and my face blush
I really like you
platonically and romantically
will you be mine?
May 20, 2025
May 20, 2025 at 1:52 PM UTC
Person #1:
My oddness correlates with your oddness, and it's the most unusual sense of 'home' that I've ever felt.
Because of it, I've found myself quite content when we are in the same room together.
Saying my 'heart skips a beat' when you talk to me sounds so cliché,
but it seems to be true.
I wish I could tell you this in a way that wouldn't make you unsettled,
but alas,
my anxiety tells me you'll be uncomfortable with it no matter how I say it, so
I'll just write it here for now.
Person # 2:
You are a work of art;
are you aware of that?
Your whole aura leaves me
perplexed yet intrigued.
Somehow you are the definition of grace, but in the most unhinged way.
When you look at me,
I feel as though I matter in the world, though your whole personality screams anathema.
You are just a work of art,
and someday I hope to understand every part of you.
Because we are not very close,
it seems odd to tell you this face-to-face. That is why these words will just stay here for the time being.
Person # 3:
My God,
where did we go?
Things were so lovely back in the day,
but everything crumpled before our eyes. When I used to look at you,
I saw hope and someone worth my time. Now when I see you,
I honestly become nauseous.
I am well aware that some of it is my fault- but it's my fault because
I didn't stand up for myself sooner.
Why did it take so long for me to see
how shallow your thoughts really are?
All you were was collateral damage,
and after all this time,
it still affects me,
and it sickens me how
petty I appear to myself.
I don't tell you this because we don't speak, and I'd like to keep it that way.
Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 6:07 PM UTC
I cant sleep,
Thoughts keep floating around my brain
Thoughts of you, mostly thoughts of how I am going to **** this up
Thoughts, of when you'll leave me
Everyone tells me this is a good thing,
Everyone tells me this is a good thing
But I cant help feeling this is the start of something terrible
Because if I fall, fall hard, for you
I'll have something to lose,
And that something would be you
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 6:25 AM UTC