#squish
My friend, I love you
I'm not in love with you, just to be clear.
It's not so much
in the way that you walk,
or the way that you talk.
Or even the way your long hair
is always just so.
Or your smile.
Or your warmth.
I remember the way that I used to be.
Quiet.
Unsure.
Afraid.
Naive.
But you pulled me away,
made me see that I could be more -
would be more, beside you.
I remember your birthday
at your family's restaurant.
I knew I'd already
ruined the night for myself,
but you found me
where I stood alone in the street...
and the silence softened.
You asked me if I wanted to dance.
I said no, it was already too late,
the damage was done...
but I wanted to say yes.
**** I wanted to say yes.
You're the one who listens to me,
who doesn't assume
I'll always say no thankyou.
I'd had "friends" like that before,
They made me believe
that I wasn't enough, just as I am.
But you...you believe that I am.
Now? I’d say yes.
No hesitation.
With you, the nerves quiet down.
I don’t feel like I have to hide.
It just feels safe.
Like I can dance without thinking,
and not be afraid of being seen.
But I've worried, even now.
Am I doing enough?
Do I check in, when it matters?
Am I still enough as I am?
You are a ******* gem, and all I want
is for you to sparkle.
I see how you are with others.
Lighter
Laughing
The way it skims the air,
untouched by my knowing.
I look at you and I wonder,
could I be like that?
Do I even want to?
I know my energy is quiet and subtle,
yet you meet me there and reflect it...
but is what we have enough for us?
This could all just be in my head.
I know I'm a worrier.
But I think you know
how much you mean to me.
I'll never say it.
I can't.
Not out loud, anyway.
But I can manage a birthday card
and a felt frame of a tabby cat
who looks like Julia.
The words flow easier that way.
And so I write it here too.
I really, platonically love you.
My squish.
My gem.
I love you.
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 5:20 AM UTC
Like the leaves crunching under my feet
Like little kids yelling into the night “trick or treat!”
Crisp and mischievous
Yet
Mellow and sober
I imagine that’d you’d be like October
Jan 6, 2021
Jan 6, 2021 at 2:06 PM UTC
Don’t even know you
Yet I think you’re so divine
Don’t even know each other
I still want you to be mine
An alien boy, so interplanetary
An Empty girl
With her head all airy
You feel like a state of inbetween
in the interval
Of sensible, and having no meaning
You seem to not think I’m absurd
Or at least you
match foolishness word for word
Don’t even know you
Yet you feel so familiar
And when you’re around
I get sillier and sillier
This alien girl, captivated by
the Able boy
with a mind like the sky
Jan 5, 2021
Jan 5, 2021 at 10:43 PM UTC
He was a boy
With ginger curls
And a smile to his name
His eyes twinkled with mirth
At everything I say
With music as a bond
We share ourselves
Even if only for a moment
He was able to bring out
The love of music
From inside my shell
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 9:46 AM UTC
I love the scratch and sniff.
I love the body whiff.
I love the ****** and smash.
I love the mind crash.
Such a sweet and salty face.
What a beautiful place.
Single wide, double or?
What future sits in store?
None for me?
None for you?
Look at us.
Look at you.
Apache beard.
A. Patch. iieh.
Nn, so desu ne.
Butter bean.
Cream white dream.
But sorta pink.
Sep 21, 2019
Sep 21, 2019 at 10:47 AM UTC
I look back at my poems
And I laugh to myself
How sweet they were
My feelings then
Only lasting a moment
An hour and a day
A time so precious and dear
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 3:41 AM UTC
You called me cupcake
Because that's all you saw
The sweetest parts of me
Not the the scars that I bore
I will call you a lion
Because of the strength in your heart
You were always so brave
So caring, so smart
But now we have both turned to mice
Too scared to fight our wars
Because you are not longer mine
And I not longer yours
This is not what I wish
Disassociated from you
Without a word spoken
To much isolation for two
I want you to know
That I still love you
Just not the way...
I use to
I want to talk
I want to speak
I want you to smile
So my world isn't so bleak
Just because your not
My whole world any more
That doesn't mean I don't
Need you to be part of it
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 10:47 PM UTC
Whenever I'm on a train platform, no matter how far from the edge, I feel as if I will fall on the tracks.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 2:47 PM UTC