hi! i’m jaycie! i’m a theater kid, i sing, i play piano, and i read (i also dabble in writing if you didn’t already guess 🙃). i’ll try to post more often but high school is consuming all of my time.
hi! i’m jaycie! i’m a theater kid, i sing, i play piano, and i read (i also dabble in writing if you didn’t already guess 🙃). i’ll try to post more often but high school is consuming all of my time.
the wallet in my pocket, once tearing at the seams
now its thin as paper, what does that mean for me?
you i grew accustomed to and could once afford
but you’re slipping through my fingers, i don’t have you anymore
this hasn’t ever happened and i don’t know what to do
just sitting here daydreaming about the nightmare that was you...
right on the edge of my head
that i am stuck inside
a cloudy haze of swirling red
emotions taking flight
i cannot open myself up
i cannot let them in
it’s better to stay tightly shut
or else they’ll surely win
they’re monsters, nothing else
because they never go away
i’m convinced they came from hell
because they want to stay
with me, inside my brain
where it’s dark and freezing cold
they t...
i wish you didn’t make me feel
quite like i do
and i really wish you didn’t steal
the light that forged me new
we’ve been on and off for years
you were my safety net
but now i want back all the tears
you’ve stolen since we met
i’m tired of your lies
and tired of your bluff
so i think it’s time to say
i’ve finally had enough...
⚠️ TW: suicide ⚠️
Do you remember the first time we saw the butterfly? Fluttering past the hospital window, with you on my chest for the first time…
It was blue like the sky, like the ocean, like your eyes
You might not have remembered then, but I know you remember now.
We saw it for a second time, at the little park just down the street
A few years later, you were swinging high, pumping your...
“we did it,” i say, trying to muster some amount of enthusiasm. cyrus, confused, looks up at me and pauses the movie we were watching. i flash him my phone screen — an angry text from james. “my ex is pissed. i guess he saw our posts then.”
cyrus nods, his expression unreadable. the only emotion i can decipher from him is discomfort from his fingers anxiously drumming on the plush sofa. “what do...
and when i start to think about him i can’t stop i can’t ever stop thinking and feeling and-
i decide i need a distraction.
i take off my clothes piece by piece and try to convince myself that every layer i take off is another layer of thought and emotion and whirlwind and stress and exhaustion taken off my body.
i fail.
the faucet turns easily, and i watch as water drip drip drips down the d...
they created a monster inside of she
a danger, a threat, to society
they created a monster of steel and brick
so impenetrable it makes her sick
they created a monster, and her real self drowned
somewhere out there and not to be found
they created a monster with no remorse
and she screamed until her voice grew hoarse
they created a monster, spared of regret
a monster with things to ruin yet...
The first thing I notice about him are his eyes. They are cold and lifeless, empty black orbs devoid of emotion. That alone is enough to make me want to get the hell out, and that’s besides the fact that the moment he stepped foot in my house, I could feel his presence. I could feel the chill he sends through my bones.
I shake off the shiver that tickles my spine and move closer to the fireplace,...