#newrelationships
there are broken pieces of me
I work hard to hide
except with him
without judgement or criticism
he holds all of me
without expectation of change
he shows up
there are broken pieces of him
underneath the charm
when we are alone
without surrendering myself
I embrace him entirely
without expectation of change
I hold him close
two broken halves
may not look perfect
but they can fit together
well enough
fill in the jagged gaps
well enough
to make pleasure, joy
a sense of belonging
two broken pieces
can fit together well enough
to feel a lot like love
a lot like finally being whole
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 10:20 PM UTC
Even with you, I’m so ******* lonely
We don’t really talk much, you just want to hold me
I need so much more depth, much more connection
But it seems like you’re only interested in getting an ********
Is there anything left to experience or is this all we’ve got
Because I’m not having any fun, nothing’s being taught
Where is your wisdom, where is your love
Where are your feelings and what you’re thinking of
I just feel so far away but you insist this is right
We hardly ever talk from morning to night
We don’t really sit down and get to know each other
You never let me finish my story about having a half brother
What’s the point of this, is this even nice
I’m not heeding my soul, I’m just smoking my vice
Head in the sand and dirt in my ears
I’m not listening to my heart, I’m listening to my fears
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 1:19 AM UTC
His arms feel like home,
When home doesn't feel like home.
His firm grip secures this body, this house that many weird things reside in.
His lips are too good to be of human flesh.
They talk and kiss sense to me.
The little things matter to him
And for the first time ever in my life,
I need not to worry.
Need not to cry.
Need not to hurry.
Need not to shy.
A rate tall skinny totoro,
One that I get to call mine
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
Looking at love alone
All I see in this darkness are the fires burning in the distance;
Dreams disappear with the smoke formed from former wishes.
Life is a cartoon and we are animals of circumstance;
What have I become without a real romance?
Long live the death of love;
Leave me to grieve alone, to rot and to rust.
Please take me far faraway from lust;
I have no empathy for a feeling I can no longer trust.
You saw me looking at love alone;
You saw me weeping and decided I was the one.
A joke to tell me, a conversation we had never had;
I wonder how you knew how I felt,
When I had never told you about that.
Somehow I know that you are always near;
When I come home you are always here.
But not tonight, the lights are turned off;
Now I weep into a wine glass, as the misery reappears.
These things we do,
These things we say,
Bring us forever closer to drifting away.
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Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC