Hours after the mall lights turned off, Steven and I still stayed. We stared at the faint outline of the arch, intricately carved shapes blurred in the darkness. We lay there and talked.

“Remember when you called Mr. Flader ‘Dad?’” I’m certain he blushed.

“Yeah,” he mumbled. A pin dropped in the minute of silence.

“I kissed Zion in ninth grade.”

Steven did a double take. “Nah. You’re messing wit...

Draya didn’t bother to turn on the lights on in her bedroom as she could see perfectly well in the room, and I didn’t need light to navigate the room. I knew that room like the back of my hand I could walk through blindfolded. I sit down on Draya’s king size bed and Draya sits beside me, putting her arms around me. “Maybe we should break in those new outfits Haley got for us.” She’s suggested.

“No...

I was terrified of the dark,

Shadows dance and blackness swallows.

In the cloak of night,

My imagination breeds its sorrows,

Create monsters that could be lurking unseen.

So I turned on a bright, flickering light,

Pierces through the dark,

Revealing what lurks in the shadows,

And confirming my fear,

For the monsters that were once of my mind,

Are now tangible, and is ever so more haunting.

T...

Black night surrouds us as we walk silently through the quiet neighborhood. I can barely make out the features of Maisie’s face that the darkness has hidden.

I take the opportunity to keep my head to the right, staring at the side of Maisie’s face. Even in complete and utter darkness she’s so beautiful.

We pass a flickering street lamp, and I force my eyes to look away from her. Luckily she d...

TW: depressive themes, SA, implied domestic abuse, alcohol

I was a corpse beneath the shackles of my blanket, staring dead-eyed at the cracking ceiling. I knew I should fall asleep, soothe the part of my brain aching for its sweet escape. But I didn’t. It used to be a masochistic form of self-punishment - aching for rest, I would force myself to stay up until the early hours. Now, I wasn’t even s...

Some things are easier to say in the dark

Or over the phone

Or never at all

Some things are easier to say behind backs

Like, “I wish you’d call me back”

“And I love you dumbass”

Some things you hold tight to your chest

‘Cause they’ll just laugh

And they’ll never say it back

Some things are easier said than done

Like asking you out

Or saying “you’re the one”

Some things are easier to not do at ...

This one is going to hurt…

Some things are easier to say in the dark.

It’s where I do all my thinking.

My best thinking.

Some things are easier wrote than said.

How is it that I can write about it all…

But when asked, I can’t say it?

Why can’t I tell anyone straight?

Some are easier to show than say.

Some things are easier to smile at.

No.

I’m not okay.

Thanks for asking.

No.

I’m not happy.

B...

“Some things are easier to say in the dark,” He started, “Easier to say because you don’t have to see the disappointment on anyone’s face if you said the wrong thing.”

“The wrong thing?” She questioned.

“Stuff like, I need help, or I can’t do it alone,” he paused, trying to hold back a sob.

“And why would that be the wrong thing?” She asked, once again confused as to what the boy ment.

“I don’...

I lie there, eyes wide open in the dark next to my beloved. He’s said good night, he’s turned his back. His breathing has become heavier, he’ll be snoring soon. If only it were so easy for me to fall asleep.

But I can’t, my mind’s reeling, my body is writhing. Im starved from touch. I desire him and his touch and his body. I’ve been counting the days since the last time we had sex or eve...

Tw

Yes

I’ve confessed before

Made up secrets

Told you mundane stories

But

This is my confession

My final one

This is my confession

The one you must remember

This is my confession

Do you really want to know?

I dare you

I dare you

I dare you to fucking listen

Because life is so beautiful

The sunny days

Meaningless chatter

The music I hum

So begrudgingly

Cause I don’t want it

I don’t want this

Do y...