#springcleaning
i knew something was going on with you
your room is clean for a change,
and everything since april has been torn off of the calendar.
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 9:05 PM UTC
Folded, filed, neatly piled.
Found some things, and then I lost them.
This body teeters towards exhaustion.
Cleaned, decluttered, even polished:
Each "bunny" dusted, and demolished.
And everything, I've done, except...
I haven't vacuumed, haven't swept.
I've consumed no food; I haven't slept.
And still, have yet, to free, the bed.
What I wouldn't give, to sleep, instead.
My hands are aching; my spine is jacked.
It feels like knives, slammed through my back.
My head is throbbing, patience, gone.
Been ******* cleaning, since ******* dawn.
And the only reason, I'm concluding this?
...I don't NEED more things, on my to-do, LIST!
Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 3:49 PM UTC
do regular maintenance
on your soul
clean out the blemish
and the soot
soak it in solution
dust out the corners
of your mind
handle it with care
and buff the edges
caulk the cracks
polish the windows
of your heart
throw out the excess
and leave only the joy
furbish the frayed fringe
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 8:42 AM UTC
Also: I feel ******* sick. Not physically. Although: sometimes the pit in my stomach feels like the point of this lose's impact.
Actually: this feels incredibly age appropriate.
Also: I don't define myself by what I don't like. People know what I like. And that's love and poetry and lipy kisses and the final season of Girls and volunteering.
Actually: when you said the word "actually" after anything positive or interesting, it made me feel like you defined yourself by what you didn't like and since we met, things got so good for you that you were pleasantly surprised by a constant string of nice things you started to see again (or maybe only started seeing for the first time).
Also: now that it's over, I wonder how often you say "actually."
Actually: I'm half freaked half stoked to see you Friday night.
Also: I keep searching for the perfect song to send to you that communicates exactly how I feel; mainly because we aren't talking right now and I've gotten so used to secretly coded artistic messaging doing all of my talking for me. Something by Lucy Rose, I think.
Actually: I'm afraid to reach out too soon because I don't want to admit I want you and also I don't want to give you false hope.
Also: I think about you constantly. And also you constantly.
Actually: I killed it way too soon and started something new so fast that my head is spinning and all I really want is to say sorry to your bottom lip for my absence.
Also: I feel immense guilt.
Actually: that bottom lip I want to apologize to for my absence, I also need to apologize to for making stick out when your face was that red and your cheeks that wet. Because making you cry. Those eyes. Those sounds. **** I'm sorry I ever made you cry. I'm so sorry. Please never cry. Never cry. Please.
Also: I don't ever want the cotton of my shoulder to be so saturated.
Actually: I made a decision based on my gut that had me sure of myself for the 3 weeks leading to my birthday and now 2 weeks since my birthday, I can't find the security in my gut.
Also: 30 doesn't feel more secure at all.
Actually: I need space but I haven't been able to count on myself to create it.
Also: I'm super worried these feelings won't die because, even though I both do and don't want them to, I know they need to to make these feelings grow.
Actually: I know I said I was up for the gamble. And we really just might win it all. But I might also lose it all.
Also: I think I'm exactly where I am supposed to be in my socialization.
Actually: **** makes me paranoid and ***** makes me feel fat but sleep and cardio and water and caffeine make me feel ******* good.
Also: not a huge fan of raw fish that isn't tuna. Also: **** seaweed salad.
Actually: I just want to be the best version of myself. Character matters. I'm gaining experience. I want **** to be easy. It's not and won't be. And that's fine. I just don't want to hurt anyone. I want to search and feel and taste and
Make love
love
love.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 9:23 AM UTC
I've gotta get you out my heart in time for spring
I Know I said that I've moved on but I've just been faking to make it honestly
Its a mess in here, shattered pieces everywhere that needs to get cleaned
Unwanted memories cover these walls of you and me
Causing more bad than good feelings from what used to be
I've been lying and taking my sweet time with reodering everything...
So many memories that need to go, to keep a healthy soul but it's so hard when the heart just won't let go, I think I'm turning cold...
It's not that I want to because I want to be ready for when love comes around again
It's just that I thought you and I would always remain the best of friends
It's such a strange thing, these feelings of you I've been hoarding, leaving no room for something new
and spring is right around the corner so I've got to rid myself of you
It's not something I want to do but it something I have to
Though I've already lost you I don't want to lose my mind too
I've gotta get you out my heart in time for spring...
Mar 13, 2017
Mar 13, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC
The morning chill tickles my revealing skin,
travels up my thigh like the secrets
you confided in me between the sweet sheets
of our ****** escapade or your fingers gliding up
until it isn’t my leg anymore.
The cold leaves me missing summer
and missing everything that came with it.
Heat that allowed me to wear cute shorts
and left you wanting more, then the heat
that left us sweaty, parched, and ecstatic.
Discounted date nights at the bowling alley,
free try at the batting cages if we had the time,
and a carefree attitude that made every adventure
as special as the last.
I’m dressed in that new leather skirt
you haven’t seen in case it actually warms up later
and attempts to fill the void that the breeze
and the winter and the breakup brought
and left.
The sun peeks through my window
and the day begins anew, much like myself,
and I’m anxious to see what is ahead in lecture
and in life.
January 22, 2014
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 2:08 AM UTC