#loveandgrowth
In the same sense: I’m just too reckless;
tried to follow this heart, but it came with
no directions… kept one close to my chest—
still came off careless; probably looking like
someone who cares less.
But when you find something worth caring
for: she’s a woman you adore in paths & phases;
learning the road to her heart, loving her through
stages— even when the curtain falls, she’s still
that theatrical release behind the back stages.
Maybe I’ve been too good, at staging emotions,
constipated… acting like I’ve got no crap to give.
But crap— maybe I’ve got a whole heart to give;
a piece of it, an inch to each echo heard across
a room… once it used to roar— now it performs,
a lion in a playpen… a heart tamed.
Apr 26
Apr 26, 2026 at 5:23 PM UTC
Crossing both fingers— hoping my luck
aligns with a healthy beginning; I should’ve
stopped leaning on lovers to fill me with meaning,
A cigarette kissed my middle finger— baby it’s
still stinging; now I flick curses with an itchy finger…
The Uno card I played yesterday wasn’t winning—
a wild-card start with no healthy beginning: the next
time I fall, take me as new, I’m just a beginner;
Pushing to the limit, limit pushing feelings —
“please, Lord”—I whisper, “I'm just a beginner;”
a sinner rehearsing the role of forgiving, convincing
myself I'm not a sinner; truth is, for me…
I need that healthy beginning.
Mar 22
Mar 22, 2026 at 6:26 AM UTC
Don’t get lost in your pain, know that one day your pain
will become your cure.
The heart is a thousand-stringed instrument
that can only be tuned with love.
Love opens, love transforms,
love shows you the secret door
to the self you never knew existed
I did not love her at first;
I loved what her presence did to me.
Each heartbeat was a question,
each glance a mirror
showing me the secret landscape
of my own soul.
In falling, I rose;
in desiring, I learned;
in knowing her, I discovered myself!!!!!
WORK FROM:
To her who already knows !!
Feb 6
Feb 6, 2026 at 1:42 AM UTC
__So complete, so absolute__—
is the one tear a man chooses to shed.
Because truth is, his emotions live in a shed too—
thrown together in panic, windows cracked,
doors barely hanging on.
A man who doubts his own worth
never finds the change he really needs—
and even his spare moments run so thin,
His spare tyre is flat from carrying too much
weight in the dark.
His dreams are balloons on sticks,
meant to rise but they are tied to the ground.
He is good to her, in small ways; but he knows
he could become better if he stopped confusing
survival with love — _if he let go of those instincts._
For where the heart burns wicked and the mind
judges cold, he meets his true rival: __himself.__
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 3:54 PM UTC