She/her. I love books, music, and all things involving escaping reality. I usually write poems, but sometimes come up with a story.
She/her. I love books, music, and all things involving escaping reality. I usually write poems, but sometimes come up with a story.
“Do you think the sun gets lonely up there?”
Well, obviously.
The sun never gets a break.
Even when the sun stops shining for _you_
The sun is expected to shine for someone else.
The sun doesn’t get to sleep.
The sun doesn’t get the cool refresher of the night.
The sun doesn’t even know that exists.
The sun keeps shining, shining, shining.
Because that’s its only purpose,
That’s the only reason y...
I stop looking-
You haunt the edge of my vision.
I turn toward you-
You start to disappear.
I take a step forward-
You go hazy.
I reach out-
You crumble to dust.
I fall to the ground, lonelier, emptier than ever before-
You’re always just out of reach…
I thought of you again today.
It’s more than thinking, though.
I swear you were right there.
I could feel your arms around me.
I could hear yo...
It’s empty here.
A little cold sometimes.
A little hot sometimes.
I’m not doing anything.
Just…
Drifting.
Wandering.
Floating.
But it’s peaceful.
I’m calm.
Everyone around me keeps getting brighter and brighter.
They’re destined to be stars,
And I…
I don’t know what I’m destined to be.
I feel like I’m getting dimmer.
Not colorless.
I’m more vibrant than ever before,
More alive.
But I don’t shine ...
It starts with a drop of rain.
You don’t think much of it.
_“Hey, he’s kinda cute…”_
You forget about that little drop
Until another lands.
_“Do I have any classes with him?”_
As the rain starts to sprinkle down,
You look up.
You see a cloud hanging overhead,
Swirls of emotion ready to rain down.
You could go inside, take shelter from the coming storm, but…
_“It feels nice to like someone-_
_Even ...
Everything has a color.
Everything has a color
And a weight
And a feeling.
Of course, those are just the words I use.
Most of the time,
The colors aren’t actually colors.
The weights aren’t actually weights.
The feelings aren’t actually feelings.
But that’s the way I make sense of it,
The way I create words when there are none.
Songs are blue and black and pink,
Swirls merging and dividing.
A g...
I’ll still be here,
While I’m alone and unstable.
But I’ll still be here,
Even as the world burns around me.
I won’t collapse,
While I’m broken and afraid.
But I won’t collapse,
Even as the world burns around me.
I’ll survive,
While I’m hurt and betrayed.
But I’ll survive,
Even as the world burns around me.
I’ll still be here.
I won’t collapse.
I’ll survive.
Even as the world burns around me.
...
Shoot.
Shoot shoot _shoot_.
I didn’t see…
I didn’t realize…
I didn’t know, I’m sorry.
I didn’t realize.
But… what happened?
What…
What did I do?
I’m sorry.
I didn’t know…
I don’t know what happened.
I don’t know what’s wrong.
But I do know that I love you,
That I’ll give whatever you need.
You need space? Got it. I’ll stop texting. (I’m sorry I kept doing that, I didn’t realize)
If/when you need ...
Happy birthday!
I love you so much.
I hope you have a great day,
And a great year,
And a great life.
I’m so glad that whatever’s happened between us,
Whatever we’ve been through,
I get to celebrate with you today.
And I hope we get to celebrate together for many more birthdays.
But for now,
I’m happy with this one.
Happy birthday❤️...