#situationship
Is my sallow, sorrowful skin not satisfactory?
You smile at my sensitivity,
Slowly slipping a hand under my shirt.
Solely *** is scarcely satisfactory, sadly,
It's silly, I speculated it'd stay sustained.
I sit and sulk, salty tears streaking down,
Silently spilling each drop of sadness onto my skin.
Sorry, I was sweet, but seldom satisfy;
I surrender, our story is sealed.
2d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
your breath caresses my neck,
skin prickles with anticipation to your lips,
my hands gently fondled by your fingers,
that press aimlessly at each digit.
we mindlessly dance in intimate conversations,
that serenade me to sleep,
while im trying to forget the reality of tomorrow,
of one where we simply do not exist.
yet, you are the scriber that maps the crevices of my body,
with the ghost of your touch commanding my arch,
where your lips trace the softness you have come to adore,
as our eyes lock with transient fleeting emotions,
we have promised to lock away.
but there is no blanket of denial,
that can scam the rhythm of your heartbeat i hear,
as it drums in synchrony of my own.
it threatens the definition of casual,
sworn with poorly inked pen that starts to fade,
where the boundaries and lines start to blur,
with reckless and urgent words thrown,
to keep you next to me,
for a little while longer.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 9:37 PM UTC
You're inside me
You've never felt so far
Naked, exposed
Acting like strangers
We've never met
Not in any way aside from physically
Your touch is engraved in my anatomy
Never in my mind
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 10:59 PM UTC
even after we figured
we weren't a match.
our past was magnetic
and it'd pull us back.
i'd try to resist,
for both you and me.
but love still reciprocating
isn't easy to wear away.
you would come back, sometimes,
and i had to turn my head away.
i called your slurred words meaningless
but they were thoughts we both held.
our seemingly endless cycle
continued for weeks,
but logic seeped back in.
gratitude for intelligence.
Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 10:43 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
Beberapa orang mampu memberiku tawa,
menarikku keluar dari gelap—meski hanya sejenak.
Namun, kau berbeda.
Kau selalu ingin melihatku tersenyum ceria,
dan selalu menawarkan telinga
agar aku bebas menumpahkan cerita.
Meski aku tahu,
di hatimu telah terukir sebuah nama—
yang bahkan tak sanggup kueja.
Mar 26
Mar 26, 2026 at 9:40 AM UTC
Shiny green apple,
surface glistens
when the sun
kisses its skin.
Shiny green apple,
you’re appealing.
My mouth salivates
at the thought
of tearing into your flesh.
Shiny green apple,
do I have your permission
to sink my teeth into you?
Fear not—
I’ll make it quick.
Shiny green apple,
I cough up bile.
You’re rotten inside.
I take a closer look—
poison leaks from your pores.
Shiny green apple,
whose skin did you
drape across yourself
to appease me?
I hate apples,
yet I fixated on you.
Shiny green apple,
I’ll look closer.
Watch as the sun
reveals the wax
poured on you.
I scrape it off with my nails.
You’re not shiny, green apple.
You’re dull.
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 3:55 AM UTC
I got a sweet taste of what love could be like.
Your eyes on me, your voice softly caressing my soul.
You made me feel embraced and accepted, and for once I thought I found my person.
You spoke my language like it was your mother tongue, but still ended up leaving me with more questionmarks then answers.
You said you would come back, but closed the door on me in darkness. Just me left alone in pitch darkness, waiting.
The silence hit me like knife, sharp and long was the blade you decided to stab me with.
Just for you to come back and blame my bleeding on myself.
Maybe it wasn’t love after all. Maybe it was just a tease. Hurt people, hurt people.
Understandood but not pleased by the aftermath.
Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 7:21 AM UTC
Sampai kapan menunggu menjadi sebuah kebiasaan?
Aku mencari makna cinta,
berharap seorang pangeran datang menjemputku,
menarikku keluar dari jurang bernama trauma.
Sampai kapan menunggu menjadi sebuah kebiasaan?
Ketika mata kita beradu,
kau memberi rona gemilang,
dengan lihai membuatku terpana
dalam tatap yang hanya sekejap.
Sampai kapan menunggu menjadi sebuah kebiasaan?
Jika pertemuan itu berakhir menjadi renjana
yang hanya aku seorang
merasakannya.
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 2:26 AM UTC
You say you still hate me,
But it’s been a year since we’ve spoke.
And I bet you tell me off
As just another crazy ex-friend.
Cause your buddies all say
You can’t go anywhere without my ghost following.
You see me everywhere
But I’m just another crazy ex-friend.
And sure I can’t hear those songs anymore,
And sure I can’t see those people without it being your face,
At least I’m just another ex-friend haunting you.
Expect I’m not, though.
I’m the wind kissing your cheeks
And the ravine behind your grandparents’ house.
I’m the waves that send you tumbling
And the chocolate cake you try to avoid.
I am everything you used to love
And I hope it stays that way.
Because sure I’m just another ex-bestfriend
But I am also so much more.
Mar 5
Mar 5, 2026 at 7:23 PM UTC
Kau bukan sekadar soal pulang malam ini.
Kau adalah jeda yang tak pernah selesai,
pertanyaan yang tak diberi jawaban.
Waktu terus berjalan tanpa menoleh,
tanpa peduli apakah dadaku
masih menyimpan degup yang sama—
yang mungkin tak pernah sampai padamu.
Aku tak pernah berniat jatuh.
Tak pernah menyiapkan nyali
untuk mencintai sedalam ini.
Namun diam-diam,
di antara ragu yang kupeluk sendiri,
aku memohon—
semoga hatimu suatu hari
diilhami cinta yang tulus untukku.
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 7:12 PM UTC
Penantian panjang yang tak jua sembuh akhirnya berjumpa,
Malam yang beku luruh saat kau di sisiku.
Tak lagi kulihat bara di matamu,
hanya teduh yang asing namun menenangkan.
Sayang, aku tak lagi runtuh karenanya.
Ada jemu yang diam-diam tumbuh,
meski secuil bahagia masih singgah di dada.
Pernahkah namaku kau simpan dalam sunyi hatimu?
Atau aku hanya gema
yang kau dengar sesekali,
lalu kau biarkan hilang?
❤️🩹
Mar 4
Mar 4, 2026 at 1:56 AM UTC
Jujur saja, aku lelah dengan perasaanku sendiri—
sampai kapan hati ini terus mengukir namamu?
Bolehkah aku menghapusnya?
Sebab sampai kapan pun, kau mungkin tak pernah bisa menjadi milikku.
Jujur saja, aku masih menyimpan rapi kenangan itu—
hari terakhir kita berjumpa,
mengelilingi tiap sudut kota,
sembari bertukar pikiran seolah waktu tak tergesa.
Aku masih mengingat jelas tatap matamu
saat aku menjelaskan sesuatu dengan suara yang nyaris goyah.
Kuakui, kala itu aku cukup gugup berada di sisimu—
terlebih dengan caramu menatapku.
Namun seketika, hatiku tersentak.
Aku tersadar oleh kenyataan
bahwa kau belum benar-benar usai dengan masa lalu mu.
Sejak saat itu,
hatiku sekuat tenaga mengubur rasa ini—
namun diam-diam
ia selalu menemukan jalan
untuk hidup kembali.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 9:29 AM UTC
hand in hand,
whispers of love,
shared music
and spit.
all behind
the safety of
your bedroom door.
people ask,
they wonder
if you are mine.
I ignore their questions,
none of their business.
making out to
my chemical romance
doesn’t concern
anyone but us.
hidden feelings,
denied labels,
my secret.
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 5:04 AM UTC
When I felt at peace
in bed
suddenly, the
space felt crowded
"Go sleep on the couch" echoed
in the room
and shook my pride
"maybe I choked him with feelings"
laced my thoughts
but I instantly
brushed it away
like an unwanted insect
I, for a second, thought
"poor couch being used
for separation, for self-thought"
even though it's the most used for lounging
"poor couch"
at 6:00 am
at that moment
I felt the "ouch" in "
COUCH
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 3:02 AM UTC
I used to hate angles. It was all too complicated, with degrees and rulers. Now I see them differently.
I feel the angle of which my head turns to look at your. A slight one, gently calculated so that my eyes can do the rest of the work.
I see angle in how I position myself, never directly in front of you but still so desperate not to be forgotten.
A position that allows me to watch your angles.
The curved, the straight, the ones that occur when you yourself tilt your head to look to me.
How do I calculate that? Does it measure to the same angle when you looked down at me sleeping on your chest? Or perhaps the one where you hid yourself away in my shoulder?
I have more questions than before, when I thought angles was just maths.
Will you explain to me which angle you see me through? Or will I keep having to try find yours?
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 3:31 PM UTC
your hands between my thighs.
they saw how you touched me under the blanket,
we should’ve been more quiet.
if I step out for a smoke,
will you follow me?
pin me to the wall,
grab my neck.
take me there on the stairs,
where your neighbors can hear.
I’ll leave a hickey on your neck.
you’ll leave a bruise on my chest.
tell me all the positions we’ll switch next week
while I’m grinding on you
on the stairs.
honey, you’re making me give promises
I will not keep.
take me outside for the promised cigarette.
you blew that smoke into my mouth,
and the vertigo felt like heaven,
just for a moment.
pass me the lighter with her initial engraved
because I don’t wanna go upstairs—
just not yet.
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
Wound that you carved into my lower lip
Burns as I lick the salt from the back of your hand
I take the bottle you wouldn't let go
Never thought I would be jealous of such a plastic
I feel the tequila burning down from my throat
I feel the saltwater running down my cheeks
Your I love you's crash to the shore of my soul
I still feel dizzy
Though my lip doesn't sting anymore
Jan 25
Jan 25, 2026 at 7:24 PM UTC
be my deepest thoughts
to creep in my mind
at the darkest night
and make me feel
like you're never gonna go
or be my stars
in the middle of the night
when I can't sleep
and take me back
to a peaceful dream
be my words
that I should've said
the last time we met
thinking how beautiful you were
kept all in my mind
be my voice
I wish that would've
said something
when you kissed me
but never did
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 7:03 AM UTC
Humans weren’t made for casual
We’re made for connection
Intimacy ,
Is never casual
Love ,
Is never casual
Stop using people for a dopamine hit
Dec 30, 2025
Dec 30, 2025 at 2:03 PM UTC
No name
No title
Yet we kiss each other
Until the lungs burst at the seams
Yet we **** like newlyweds
On a coastal Caribbean vacation.
we eat each other’s private parts,
Lick, taste, spit
Like old folks who know all the tricks.
And still
No name,
No title.
No one is brave enough to define it,
No one is mature enough to claim it.
We don’t want to ruin it,
Yet we ache to brand it,
Sign it, Celebrate it
Like birthdays and anniversaries
Of something still untitled
Whether it is love or lust’s affection.
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025 at 2:51 PM UTC
Love feels so plural now—
everyone adding their own noun,
giving it any verb that fits the moment.
Give it a title, call it “vibing,”
or call it “just figuring things out” —
wrap it all in quotation marks
to avoid saying anything real.
Add a little syntax, then sprinkle commas
everywhere to list the endless reasons
you “can’t commit right now.”
_______________
Leave a space between yourselves,
an underscore _ for the distance you'll
say you need “to work on yourself.”
Then comes the dash — that sudden break —
the clean cut in the middle of the sentence:
we need a break — as if punctuation could
soften disappearing.
Then use an exclamation mark for all
of the promises you never meant to keep,
loud declarations that echo empty as soon
as you reread them.
_______________
And finally, end it all with
“I love you?” — a question mark curling
around doubt, around convenience,
around the half-truth of modern affection.
That’s pretty much today’s lov —
missing the “e,” because even love feels
incomplet...
Nov 9, 2025
Nov 9, 2025 at 3:24 PM UTC