#platonic
I never told you
when I asked if it was platonic
a part of me really wanted you to say it wasn't
because nobody had ever said anything like that to me before
but its too late now isn't it?
May 8
May 8, 2026 at 12:50 PM UTC
My beautiful North Star,
the one who leads me to the top of the world,
give me your light,
and bathe me in your kindness.
Let me feel your mirth
as your warmth tangles with mine
and show me what it means
to hold the gift of love.
I’ll be whoever you want me to be
whether it be an unmoving rock,
a companion in the dark lonely sky,
or the moon to your sun.
I’ll hold you close,
even as you remain so far away
high up in the night,
an untouchable angel that sparkles ever so bright.
My Polaris,
I should have known
that your benevolent light
doesn’t only shine for me.
And when, one day,
I find that your light is intertwined with another,
I will follow your lead anyway,
for I knew this love of mine was never your reason to live.
You are the air I breathe
and you are the fire that sets my heart ablaze,
but I will never be anything more
than a lost soul as you shine just out of reach.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 1:00 PM UTC
When I die
I wish to be reincarnated.
So much freedom,
abilities to transverse and explore —
I will spread my wings and fly,
soar above the clouds
as a gentle dove,
or a lowly pidgeon on city floors.
Below your feet I will burrow
making home in the warm soils below,
as a resourceful badger,
or fleet as easy rabbit prey:
I will be a black cat in your alleyway
a moth hovering beside your lamp
that noise who scurries beside you
an ant who follows your footprints.
Millions of lives
I will eventually live;
and I hope,
I know,
I will reach you
In each and every one.
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 9:31 AM UTC
how long will you hold yourself back?
even when it's really both of us,
unable to face our lovely truth.
limits are comfortable,
but i know
we both yearn
for the time, day, minute,
that we stop holding back.
will we stop staring at each other-
but avoiding contact longer than a second?
will we only be free from our mind traps,
when all is over.
when there couldn't possibly be anything holding us back.
would there be a flood of the years
of moments that could've happened sooner.
but really,
what is left holding us back?
Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 10:25 AM UTC
Let me put myself in your shoes
As a puppet loosely strung
Sure!
I float like a moon unbound, twirling in gossamer
I’m a ribbon dancer, but not so graceful
Cocooned in fiber that tears fuzzily while I spin warm, wormy, waxing, wooly yarn
A single strand can tug me into frictionless rotation
I’ll turn and face you. And then I’ll keep turning gently, phasing in and out
Wanting, waning
I’ll orbit around you,
and you, and you, and you
Every one of you in my weave
A quilt of moments that fog in my head,
A blanket I cocoon in,
A tapestry we spun,
while spinning together.
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 12:05 AM UTC
In quiet corners where laughter weaves,
Two souls intertwine like rustling leaves.
No need for words to mask or disguise,
Their bond is a mirror, reflecting the skies.
Through seasons of change, they stand side by side,
With joys that they share and sorrows they bide.
In moments of stillness, no pressure to play,
Just comfort in silence, in the warmth of the day.
They share simple stories, their dreams laid bare,
In echoes of trust, they find refuge there.
No shadows of longing, no hidden regret,
A tapestry crafted, no strings to upset.
Through laughter and kindness, their spirits are bright,
Illuminating paths in the darkest of night.
A friendship unshakeable, steady and true,
In the art of connection, it’s just me and you.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 4:31 AM UTC
James, my beloved
I softly sing to the
woman sitting across the table
It’s not fair that he’s…
I quietly moan as she
whips her pen across paper
I love him
I whisper painfully while he
caresses my imagination
That stupid, stupid man
I wryly quip as I
clearly hold back tears
Love, or in love?
She says in a moment that hushes
and still somehow consoles
…Love?
Quiet, my heart.
Quiet, James.
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 11:08 PM UTC
I have fingerprints wrapped around every part of my body.
They travel from my hair,
to my face, to my legs.
Some of them are soft, like the tall grass from your childhood,
whizzing by you as you run.
Some of them have left angry, harsh craters on my skin.
Very few are like minuscule ants, barely leaving an impression.
Every print has a story, a history, a narrative.
Many of them are a firing-spiting battalion,
yelling jodies as they recount their purpose,
while others are a mere wish to an eyelash.
Every print is from a different soul,
different body, different mind.
They all are the same to me.
They are all the people who have touched my life,
whether they have beaten or grazed me.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:14 AM UTC
you are growing so much quicker
than i am. my arms lay across your shoulders
hands clasped in front of your neck.
it’s my special way of saying you matter
to me. and you do, of course—
how could i not love you? how could i not inwardly
cry everytime you speak of how
you need to leave?
how many times you talk fondly of others;
it’s not fair for me to want you all to myself.
to spill all of my worst secrets and thoughts.
Here I am, regretting the time we’d spent together.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 10:42 PM UTC
Sometimes we're friends, sometimes we're more than friends, sometimes were strangers that don't talk, sometimes it's as if we don't exist in the same universe, sometimes it's as if you're all that matters and the world disappears around you, I managed to lace my tongue and low and behold.
How much did I really love you?
I loved you without seeing you🥹
I loved you without touching you🤍
I loved you without smelling you 🤭
I loved you without meeting you 😘
I loved you from afar 🐾
I love you for your soul, not your body✨
Dec 5, 2025
Dec 5, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
Heavy is the heart
that loves so intensely,
a drop received
barely feels plenty.
I know too well
this is what you're able to give me.
But, greed consumes a high fee,
where guilt feeds the hungry heart, who wished being loved
was reflected back
just as greatly.
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 6:40 AM UTC
What are we, my friend?
Not rabbits from the same warren,
yet we share our carrots
and the hidden burrows of our grief.
You may not know my deepest lows,
yet somehow you still make my spirit binky
on the most ordinary afternoons.
A single glance from you brings calm,
and my worries scamper off
at the funny sight of your face.
Maybe it’s just a classic friendship,
but I find it rare—
all the joy of the hop,
the comfort of a bunny’s quiet heart.
Its wonder: a small, white fullness—
a whole life, softly living itself
right to the brim.
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
I can’t hate you, no matter how much people tell me I should
I miss you more than I thought I could
I still love you in some way
I might be able to forgive you one day
But until then, I will cling to your memory
Trying to forget your act of treachery
Our friendship will haunt me forever
Trying to hate you is a fruitless endeavor
Nov 24, 2025
Nov 24, 2025 at 11:15 AM UTC
I’m taking an extra sleeping pill
Please don’t yell in my dream tonight
Tell me you miss me
Please just hug me and care
And if I don’t wake up,
Let me remember your warmth
Not your cold
Or your distance,
Be the home I’ve never felt
Nov 2, 2025
Nov 2, 2025 at 6:49 PM UTC
Love is a hot thing,
And romance is hot too.
I first played with this fire,
And it was at a young age,
Yes, the television and cinema corrupted me.
In the beginning,
It was all platonic.
Then teenage dawned,
Morning wood was a thing.
Friends exposed me to maturity,
And I developed impromptu too.
Evolving from school,
I got into my first 'ship.
A cascade of kisses & breakups followed,
Who should I blame,
The TV or the cinemas?
Until much recently,
I thrived in the phlegethon of love.
Oct 28, 2025
Oct 28, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC
"Tell me how far you will go if you really want to keep me close.” The lyric sounds present yet absent, too familiar to pay attention to, though it hints me on our unspoken accord. “I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I will never let you go.” As a result it can't advance, it can't take the upper hand. I'm euphoric with that firm embrace though i never ever shared it with anyone else. Without a lucid expression to each other we know that, if we chose to, we could venture into something reckless, even pointless. “Feeling close but we are faraway, farther than we think we are.”
As the cabin fell languish, I found my sentience more lucid than expected. Is the caffeine reining in the back, out of all cases as the most eminent one? It’s way better than the impasse of drowsiness anyway. The interstice of the window shut down glimmers. Amorphous sense of prelude. I’m stunned with and at peace with the pace my two neighbors and I created. At the moment while their breath calmed arms staggered in their dreams, I hope I am too. “There’s monster in my dreams, I should fight’em but I let them in. It’s killing me slowly.”
The nightmare creeped as the plane is declining height. As the air pressure changed, my ears didn’t feel well. All the machinery rumble made a soundscape in and of itself. “Meet me in the middle of night and let me hear you say everything’s okay.” I shut out the world to open up thoughts, to let the inner universe take over. At my inward presence and complete distance came the greatest moment that transcends all language. To compose poetry is not to utter but to listen, so does anthropology.
The astonishing sunset awaits us, no matter the exact time, as long as we dove down high from above and saw through at the right time. The New York City leaned, boosting its colonies of glow that stood in the night. I threw my sight from the window. What's happened there? Whose light is it? Whom is it lit for? I wonder, and I can’t see it clear. But the depth index is too big to see it clear; the blur blurs. Physically and figuratively.
Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 2:22 PM UTC
You remember my behaviour
In moths,
In peace,
In scarce,
In pities,
Yet you distinguish it.
Not as separate entities but parts of me,
They bounce around in circumstances.
Belittling me,
You remember
my touch of fragility,
my mourn for sincerity,
my interest in variety,
You did no mockery,
When i look at myself,
I see Ordure absorbed in sins,
yet the love of you reminds me
The person i am and can be,
A greatest gift i ever had and worth thanking for.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
You called me for the
First time today just
To talk about the fireworks
Now everything I see reminds
Me of you and those
Stupid cowboy boots the
Ones you wear to church
(The ones I don’t actually hate)
That black jeep the
Pocket-knife collection
The perfect music you play
(I can no longer hear
Without seeing your face)
Your art
Your hats
Your hands
We talked about fireworks
Until late in the night now
I’m blinded by everything
You are but it’s okay
As long as it’s you
Sep 11, 2025
Sep 11, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
no matter what happens,
it's always her.
she's there through my
platonic breakups,
romantic breakups,
emotional breakdowns,
overwhelm,
and the nights i cry myself to sleep.
she's there
every
single
time.
that's why it's always her.
but you know..
things change.
people change.
so maybe it's not always her.
atleast not anymore,
not the way it once was.
she's not there anymore.
but honestly?
nor am i.
and im trying to move on
from her.
and i think im almost there.
Aug 25, 2025
Aug 25, 2025 at 5:28 AM UTC
Can a certain affection,
Perhaps feel as a victory
My love for you, platonically
Deeply rooted into my soul
My veins made for dancing ours,
My eyes made for meeting yours
Self made at heavens sake
I love you dearly my best friend.
Aug 3, 2025
Aug 3, 2025 at 7:06 PM UTC
Against life, we grew wiser
Rooftop dancing at golden hour,
Philosophising human nature.
The music made us tougher,
**** - supposedly smarter.
Yet nothing cut greater than trusting her.
//
Risking safety to feel folly,
Thriving in co-dependency -
In between love and envy,
She made me lonely.
But our jaws and bellies both hurtful, I was thankful
To laugh so freely, hide carelessly empty -
We built a nest of sufficiency for what felt like a century.
Still lonely, though
Shamefully hoping one day she’d hate me so.
Jul 21, 2025
Jul 21, 2025 at 12:08 AM UTC
i want to be held
and rocked like i was wanted from the start
with arms that hush the noise
and cradle my aching heart
i want the skin of your hand
to graze my cheek so light
in the way that says, “you’re my baby girl,”
and makes the world feel right
i want to rest my head in your lap
and feel you hum a tune
like safety has a quiet sound
that softens up the room
this isn’t romantic
this is what should’ve been mine
what most people have never had to grieve
because they’ve had it the whole time
Jun 25, 2025
Jun 25, 2025 at 12:41 AM UTC
Lavender and Lysol
I hope you’re excited!
guidance in the form of secrets
Coming out of your shell (I see the old me in you)
Goblin Market
Tales of trysts with a silk tie
under an amnesiac glow (ggp)
A pre-roll keeps doing a disappearing act
Eucalyptus, sweat, steam
You sat there with me for what felt like hours
Two minutes
Sipped electrolytes
Mexican chocolate is back!
They’re zero waste now
Reminiscing (talking ****
Helping me fill in the gaps
Part 2, 3, 4
Sour wax crunches when frozen
You don’t know how much I needed this laugh
You guys keep me honest
Now more than a day alone feels like solitary confinement
I’ve shed my introvert childhood
I crave companionship
I know how sweet it can be
People say we die alone - get used to it
But I think I’ll end up somewhere
A mango tree
Arms outstretched
Friends as far as the eye can see
Jun 18, 2025
Jun 18, 2025 at 2:48 AM UTC
there’s such a thing as spending time with someone—with nothing attached.
just two human beings, getting affectionate with each other.
no romance, no ***
just two souls in a quiet room with screaming thoughts.
i’ve seen it in movies—
but not yet in real life.
what is it like,
to be in one?
Apr 30, 2025
Apr 30, 2025 at 3:21 AM UTC
I’m scared.
Scared I’ve been too vulnerable.
Scared I trusted too much.
Scared I’ve gotten my hopes up.
I should have known by now
nothing this good is ever real
Nothing ever has been.
Nothing ever will be.
And it’s time to accept that.
I have always been disappointed,
since I was a little girl,
and somehow,
I have made peace with that.
But this time,
this time I want it to be different.
I want it to stick.
I want you to stay.
I’m sorry I love too strongly,
too loudly,
too much.
But there’s something about you
something I can’t explain.
I have never felt safer before,
and yet,
I have never been more terrified.
I’m scared I will let down all my walls,
let you in,
only for you to look around
and decide you don’t like what you see.
I’m scared I’ll scare you away.
I’m scared you’ll be like everyone else.
I’m scared.
I want it to stick.
I want you to stay.
Apr 27, 2025
Apr 27, 2025 at 8:31 AM UTC