#myworld - Hello Poetry

We sit in glowing rectangles, two faces stitched together by weak signal and stronger love, laughing like nothing has teeth in this world, like the dark doesn’t wait just outside the frame. We talk about everything- and nothing- the kind of nothing that keeps me breathing, the kind of everything that makes me forget how heavy my chest feels when I’m alone. Sometimes this is enough to trick my soul into eating again, to make happiness bloom like a lie I’m willing to believe. I smile- not even noticing when it starts. She looks at me like I am still whole. She calls me her world, and I let her, even though mine is quietly collapsing behind my eyes. She is my heart, my pulse when mine stutters, my light- too bright to let her see the shadows I’ve been feeding. She tells me not to drink too much, not to drown myself in smoke and silence, as if she can sense the way I disappear in smaller, quieter ways. Her messages come like lifelines- “Are you okay?” -and I always answer just enough to keep her from breaking. Because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know how close I’ve come to vanishing, how I’ve stood on the edge of myself and leaned forward. She doesn’t know how I poison my lungs just to feel something stay. She doesn’t know that my world is slipping- grades falling, teachers watching, pieces of me unraveling in plain sight. She doesn’t know that every day feels like a quiet rehearsal for disappearing. And I will never let her know. I would swallow every darkness twice if it meant her light stayed untouched. I would bury myself alive in silence just to keep her laughing on the other side of a screen. Because she is not just my sister- she is the reason I am still here, the reason I hesitate when the void calls my name. She is my whole life. And if loving her means breaking alone in the dark, then I will.

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Mar 18

Mar 18, 2026 at 2:05 PM UTC

imjustagirl

The light I protect from my darkness

We sit in glowing rectangles, two faces stitched together by weak signal and stronger love, laughing like nothing has teeth in this world, like the dark doesn’t wait just outside the frame. We talk about everything- and nothing- the kind of nothing that keeps me breathing, the kind of everything that makes me forget how heavy my chest feels when I’m alone. Sometimes this is enough to trick my soul into eating again, to make happiness bloom like a lie I’m willing to believe. I smile- not even noticing when it starts. She looks at me like I am still whole. She calls me her world, and I let her, even though mine is quietly collapsing behind my eyes. She is my heart, my pulse when mine stutters, my light- too bright to let her see the shadows I’ve been feeding. She tells me not to drink too much, not to drown myself in smoke and silence, as if she can sense the way I disappear in smaller, quieter ways. Her messages come like lifelines- “Are you okay?” -and I always answer just enough to keep her from breaking. Because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know how close I’ve come to vanishing, how I’ve stood on the edge of myself and leaned forward. She doesn’t know how I poison my lungs just to feel something stay. She doesn’t know that my world is slipping- grades falling, teachers watching, pieces of me unraveling in plain sight. She doesn’t know that every day feels like a quiet rehearsal for disappearing. And I will never let her know. I would swallow every darkness twice if it meant her light stayed untouched. I would bury myself alive in silence just to keep her laughing on the other side of a screen. Because she is not just my sister- she is the reason I am still here, the reason I hesitate when the void calls my name. She is my whole life. And if loving her means breaking alone in the dark, then I will.