#texting
you left me on delivered
for 24 hours
i thought you were sweet
but now i feel sour
i typed text after text
and waited for you
but you just ignored me
like it was easy to do
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 6:57 PM UTC
There’s no use calling me
Not like ever did before
And “goodbye” feels too final now
Like closing a door
So i'll wish you well instead
I won’t say you treated me badly
You just could’ve tried more
But I try not to linger on what we lost
Or what we were before
You only ended up wasting my time
Even if you don’t see now
It matters more that I know.
Mar 25
Mar 25, 2026 at 3:23 PM UTC
“I’ll love you forever, I’ll like you for always, as long as I’m living, my boyfriend you’ll be
And even in death, to which we can’t touch, I’ll always be there, looking down from above
Loving and watching with my whole heart, counting the days til we touch once more”
That’s what he said to me, and I was touched by his love, and so started the war;
I needed to one up him; to show him I loved him just as much;
And it took a few days (over a week), but this was my response:
“If you need support; I’ll be behind you,
If you need allies; I’ll be beside you,
If you need protection; I’ll be in front of you,
If you need to destress; I’ll be below you~
And if you’re getting too big for your britches; I’ll be on top of you,
Because I love you in every way.”
Mar 23
Mar 23, 2026 at 10:05 PM UTC
homemade pizza
pretty sunset
cat
and conveniently placed moon
i miss you
i miss you too
Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 10:29 PM UTC
my phone was on silent,
and i missed his call.
“i called you by accident,”
he said, when i rang back,
“i have nothing to say.”
nineteen minutes later,
his sweet sound of nothing
was still on the line,
untangling his day.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
He got a new computer on August 18, 2023,
In the blue light, in his room, the first thing he did
He messaged a boy, said he wanted to see him,
He loved a boy, and he wanted to see him.
The word hate appeared
197 times in their messages since
Aug 18, 2023 at 5:18 AM
125 of those were the word “whatever”
“i’m down for whatevs i jus wanna see uouuu”,
“ I will Fr see you tomorrow by whatever means necessary”,
“Whatever you’re comfortable with tho Fr”,
“They can think whatever they want I love you”,
“Whatever your heart desires Fr, this is your last semester of
highschool ever so you really just want to be happy with it”,
“I will do whatever I can to support you”,
“whatever works for you my love”,
Hates, hate, and hated: 66 results
I hate you: 0 results
I thought it beautiful, that when searching for
Hate, so much love was found instead.
Of the 465 days from when he bought his
Computer, we only get to peer, at one facet
Of their lives, one snippet of time. A historians tragedy
To have something like this, and know it
Shows so much, but not enough. Of the 465 days
These boys sent 412 Goodnight messages,
and 290 good morning ones. Two people in love
Think about each other all the time, but few
Take the time to say it-
Thinking about you: 207 results
I miss you: 335 Results
Why is love often felt strongest in absence,
Why are words always longer in the past tense?
Out of 465 days, on one form of communication
Results for “I love you” were well over 1000.
Searching for “love” made the computer he bought crash.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 12:51 PM UTC
every time i open my computer i have to force myself to not look down to that green box, letting me know if you ever found the time to message me back.
I put my web browser on full, so i don't get tempted by that box.
i go on do not disturb so i don't immediately get back to you like how you don't get back to me when you see my text.
I have to pretend that i don't care about my phone,
because every time i log in the only notification i'm greeted with is "no new notifications."
I try to ignore it like you ignore me for hours,
but I physically cant.
it lingers in my brain, minutes feel like hours knowing your just waiting, and even if i text you, you wont understand, will you? because i'm sitting here crying on my bed, wishing you would ever make the time to see me, wishing that you could just talk to me, but i can't do anything about it, because i know on your phone,
i'm silenced.
Feb 24, 2025
Feb 24, 2025 at 1:27 AM UTC
Behind the screens
They cannot see my tears
Or hear my silence
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 2:17 AM UTC
had a loud smoke break to blare out my ears – always been afraid
of heights; but that high made me face my fears. and I think I
could have heard my tears, though I don’t cry as much, even
when it comes to love – still if you can hear my heart, we must
be that close; I can feel your pulse…
fleeting ecstasies, the moment I knew you’re no longer
next to me... crossing out my heart, my next ex to be
my jagged teeth still left a mark on your skin – on a stone floor
where you were my crush; left crushed by the rock of love
on my robe, and bare feet, I wore your heart, and let you walk
all over in my thoughts…
**** no planet to own, still I gave you,
my world.
to be honest, I really still love yo… _hold, select all, clear…
typing…_ “hey, just wanted to check up on you”
Jan 11, 2025
Jan 11, 2025 at 7:27 AM UTC
Start with something casual:
“I miss you” is a good opener,
but don’t forget the twist—
throw in a parenthetical like
“(but not enough to beg)”
just to keep him guessing.
Follow up with a double text,
something vaguely existential.
Maybe:
“Do you ever think about
the weight of your own cowardice?”
And when he doesn’t respond,
add:
“Haha jk, how’s your sciatica?”
Text three should be a song lyric—
not one he knows,
but something obscure and devastating,
like:
“And the skeletons in both our closets
plotted hard to **** this up.”
Don’t explain it.
Let him Google it at 2 a.m.
and spiral in silence.
For text four,
go for the jugular:
“Do you think you’ll ever stop
mistaking fear for wisdom?”
Pause.
Then send:
“Nvm, that was mean.
What’s your comfort show again?
Mine’s Parks and Rec.”
By text five, he’ll start to crack.
He might reply with something cautious,
like:
“Are you okay?”
This is your chance.
Answer with:
“Define okay.”
Then immediately change the subject—
“Wait, what’s your zodiac rising?”
Text six is where you plant the seed of doubt:
“Sometimes I think we’d have worked out
if I didn’t know you so well.”
Wait exactly four minutes,
then follow up with:
“Or maybe if you knew yourself better.”
For text seven, go full cryptic:
“You remind me of that one painting—
you know, the one they had to repaint
because it was falling apart.”
Let him sit with that one.
By text eight,
he’ll either call or give up.
If he calls, ignore it.
If he doesn’t,
send:
“Anyway, good talk.
Hope life’s treating you
as kindly as you deserve.
Interpret that how you will.”
Text nine is optional,
but it’s my favorite:
“Do you even notice the silence
when it’s not yours?”
Text ten is the finale.
Simple, clean, devastating:
“I hope you finally stop running,
and when you do,
I hope it’s too late
for anyone to catch you.”
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 5:28 AM UTC
☁️…
“Lol I’ll take you with me
some time
and we’ll watch airplanes
land/fly away
when the sun sleeps
into the night..
I’ll pick you up @8pm
as traffic dies down.”
Jun 27, 2023
Jun 27, 2023 at 11:32 PM UTC
Looking down the ground,
I stare at the bright lights,
Alone in the dark night,
Alone in my 5th floor apartment
The cold breeze greets my skin,
While the heads greet each other down the city,
The night is as bright as the day,
Even when the moon is hiding under the thick fog
Ting! I said I’ll text you back, but I never did
I wonder how they interact,
Because I’m only in no contact,
Only my dark room calms me down,
As I don’t have to hide from anyone
Ting! I said I’m busy, when I’m in bed
The outside is loud but why is it quiet here?
The cars are honking, the music is screaming,
But my wall bounces it back,
Just like how I push people away
Ting! I said I ran out of battery, when I ran out of energy
Maybe I should take it slow,
So that I can follow the flow,
Just like how the moon starts to show up,
To face the bright busy city
I stare at the moon in the empty sky,
Even when it came out from the fog,
I wonder why the moon is alone together with me,
Why? Do you also push those stars away?
Ting! I said I’ll text you back...
Mar 28, 2023
Mar 28, 2023 at 10:29 AM UTC
Dear Women,
If you’re wondering why he’s no longer texting you it’s probably because when he was, He felt like he was the one putting in all the effort he’s the one that sent the good morning and good night text first. He is the one that would ask you how your day was he would specifically check on that one thing you told him you were doing today. It is not because he has all the time in the world and he has nothing better to do he’s busy with his own things he made the conscious decision to make time for you only when he saw over and over again that his efforts were not being reciprocated that he decided to leave.
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Nov 24, 2022
Nov 24, 2022 at 3:02 AM UTC
text bubbles moving
as i wait for a carefully
calculated response.
the anticipation is brutal.
sentences ending with lol
cause there is nothing else
to say, but if i stop speaking
it will be rude and offensive.
the screen lights up and
your name flashes by and
my pulse increases in speed.
how do i respond…
Jul 19, 2022
Jul 19, 2022 at 2:59 PM UTC
Overwhelmed.
Tiny screens hide big feelings.
Tell me you love me so I can breathe.
Sweet words wrap around my heart.
Constricting until I'm high
And can't feel the fear anymore.
I need to know what's real.
I know it isn't all lies,
But I can't find the line.
Blinded by electric energy,
Coursing through my limbs.
I love this and I hate this.
Convenient and damning.
The warmth of emotion permeates,
But it can't reach my core.
The anxiety and pain are rampant there.
I don't want to feel them.
I don't feel safe.
But I can't bring others down with me.
I need to face myself empty handed.
Let the emotions burn through me.
I know that I am fire proof.
So when the flames flicker to nothingness,
And I'm alone with the darkness,
I will be most simply
And most purely
Me.
Oct 27, 2021
Oct 27, 2021 at 2:00 PM UTC
Tired Of Texting U
I've been audio and texting ya for a while now well just feels like..
I mean what can I say...
Feels like many days due to the deep rich tones of it..
Gravel toss tirelessly shift.. reality uncalmly wanna lift..
waves crashing emotional sweets gifts roping..
Throws Thirsty Craves.
searching.. longing.. like tidy bow tied falling.
Soon the feeling to Shift Lanes.
And roast toasty words of flames..
Lets get ugly like realness and reality...
As of now we are teasingly..
hinting!
and it's wearing on me and I want to find a way.
Or Just
Put on my church shoes and preach a sermon.
After the deeds are spoken and people have had their fun.
Fatigued is occupied and limited by time.
Being stimulated by what we find.
Show me your hidden Juggling hands.
Behind the scenes calming down of the fan.
I'll show you how I sort through my minds confines.
When I grow weary of the limitations and burst free of lines.
Sharday's Soul.
water falls
and then down ta 5 sec drips
tiny sips..
that went quick
a bitter sweet end..
A bond between friends.
May that never end,.
selinasharday!
https://soundcloud.com/selinaros3y/tiredofthis2/s-lgWjLOyF3jx/
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 2:52 PM UTC
I’m the most stereotypical teenager you’ve ever met.
I spend all my time with my friends.
I like frappuccinos and I’m obsessed
With my social media pages.
I fell in love with a boy;
And, when he broke my heart,
I sobbed on the floor for weeks
And then dyed my hair blonde and moved on.
I wore a pretty blue dress and sparkly heels to prom.
I graduated at the top of my class,
President of the honor society,
Friends with everyone.
I’m your stereotypical teenage girl.
I’m the main character in a Disney channel original movie.
I have everything, I think.
Why can’t I sleep at night?
What they don’t tell you in the movies
Is that when I’m not with my friends, I feel lost and alone.
When I was heartbroken, I fell apart.
I’m successful, but at what cost?
The stereotypical teenage girl gets 3 hours of sleep a night.
I spend most of the night doing work,
But I also spend time texting my friends and flirting with boys.
When I’m alone with only myself, do I still fit the stereotype?
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 2:34 AM UTC
its cold outside and i can't sleep because of you
keep me addicted to my phone, lonely but not alone
its 2am for me, because of these **** timezones
letters against a bright screen, squint my eyes against the light
my eyes are burning, i think im slowly going blind
hopeful messages promising to one day meet up
slip that engagement ring onto your finger, a binding promise
to find you, see you, kiss you, hold you in my arms, in person
not knowing if the other is perfect
~risking ruining your perception of me
because here behind my screen you think i'm everything
~but im bound to disappoint you like i always do
i want to marry someone ive never met
~is this something i'm going to regret?
Mar 22, 2021
Mar 22, 2021 at 6:59 AM UTC
every time my phone lights up
I hope the notification says your name.
Feb 7, 2021
Feb 7, 2021 at 6:00 AM UTC
The end result of talking to someone who has their read receipts on is the nagging feeling that whatever you said was not worthy of a response.
Your message is just one of many unanswered notifications that when added together equal a red bubble on a screen that gets ignored and forgotten.
Regardless of the meaning behind it - you feel ignored and forgotten.
So why do you still try.
Each message you send is like an arrow shot with no ending destination hoping to land near something that resembles some sense of stability before shooter loses their balance.
Each moment between messages drags longer and longer while think, “please turn from delivered to read”
You know they’re just busy.
So you wait a few hours, no response in sight. So, like a fool, you cast out a new arrow, as if you have an endless supply.
And you watch within minutes their name hits the screen, because your existence is remembered. So you quickly respond as to hold their attention that you have been craving all day. But that’s all you are going to get.
Because as much as you want to think you are someone special
You’re just a blip. Nothing more than a name on a screen that just gets swiped away. Just a number in a little red bubble waiting to be remembered.
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 11:20 PM UTC
I've been staring at the word
"online"
under your contact name
for the past hour
its staring back at me
I'm desperately waiting for a reply
(nothing)
i let jealousy take me over
because I know you're texting her
instead of me.
Dec 8, 2020
Dec 8, 2020 at 10:34 AM UTC
Coming back
As if nothing changed
Texting me
As if you didn't stop
Using the same language
As if we're on the same terms
As we were
Back when I fell in love.
Dec 5, 2020
Dec 5, 2020 at 5:26 AM UTC
Heads bowed
Respect is due
Mindless slaves of prayer
Fingers tap a dedicated chant
The sounds of life fade
Life itself fades
Necks bent
Forever craned
Eyes worship the light
Don’t look away from the light
Screen shattered
Gravel stained
3477 sacrifices per day
Three thousand
Four hundred
Seventy seven sacrifices
Per day
One tap for likes
Two taps for loves
Three taps for Rest In Peace
Picking up the pieces of
Windshield, heart and phone screen
Three thousand
Four hundred
Seventy seven sacrifices
Per day
Heads bowed
I’m sorry for your loss
Respect is due
A moment of silence for
You
Mindless slaves of prayer
Amen
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 2:28 PM UTC
dear atlas,
it's okay to text
twice in a row.
just thought
you should know.
love,
atlas
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 9:43 PM UTC