*Free Write*

I want to be held,

to be loved and cherished.

I want to feel wanted,

to feel cared for.

I can give all of this away—

so why can’t I receive it?

I don’t ask for much,

just a little bit of love.

Love that flows both ways,

not only one.

Because one-way love

isn’t love at all.

If you don’t have the effort,

the time,

the commitment—

then why sweeten your lies

with sugar-coated words?

...

Little details, here and there.

Small conversations stuck in the air.

Late night talks and laughs—

you remembered all of that.

Little details about me

no one knows—

you remember.

You remembered,

remembered how I write.

No one else does,

only you.

You remember how I hate certain things.

But the story doesn’t end there,

because now all I know is you’re slipping away.

Taking all my secrets, love, ...

Hardwooded Obsession

Scrub, scrub, scrub—

all I ever do is scrub this blood.

I hate the mess, the splatter,

but God, I love

the moment their light flickers out,

the final gasp,

the desperate fight,

a knife sinking in deep.

Love doesn’t do it for me.

Not anymore.

But her—

oh, her I might.

Still, I can’t have her close,

not with my hands this red,

not with these floors so hard to clean.

I can’t...

Forest floor wet, damp, cold. She was trapped in this forest because she thought she could summon something from her spell book. The book lay flat on the ground while she hid, unsure of what—or who—she had actually called forth.

A heavy thud echoed behind her, freezing her in place. She didn’t breathe, didn’t even dare to move. The beast was getting closer. She didn’t know how she could feel it, ...

You move along

the roaring river’s edge,

water churning in wild swishes.

Each step echoes in the rush.

From the corner of your eye—

a figure.

Perched by the bank,

half-swallowed by shadow,

watching.

Silent.

Unmoving.

Mysterious.

or

You wander on beside the tide,

where roaring waters twist and glide.

The river swells with foaming might,

its silver waves all flashing white.

Then from the corn...

*Free write*

*Not the prompt*

Love sinks deep inside you.

It settles into your bones,

makes you beg for things

that don’t need begging.

People say they are yearners,

thinking they understand.

But they’ve never felt the deep passion,

the devotion, the need.

You crave and deprive yourself,

only for it not to be returned.

You call yourself a yearner,

but you’ve never been sick to your stomach.

Nev...

Sprouting flowers,

Mingling bees.

Vines curl softly around,

But never invade.

Bees flit and pollinate,

Making honey, golden and sweet.

You plant new seeds,

And wait for them to grow.

They sprout, they bloom,

Colors bright in the sun.

You can pick all the flowers you want,

The garden asks nothing but love.

Sunlight, water, care—

These are the gifts it needs to thrive.

Yet few know how to tend s...

I broke my rules for you.

Not the big ones. The small ones.

The ones no one sees,

The kind that change you before you realize they’re gone.

I ignored every heading, every warning.

Should’ve listened the first time.

But I didn’t.

I was naive.

Foolish.

I should’ve hated you like you hated me.

If I’d done the things you did,

you’d have burned me alive.

You bent me until I snapped.

Shards scattere...

*Free write*

*Not the prompt*

I'll always be the second choice to everyone I meet,

When I put them first everytime ...

You think you know me—

soft eyes, wide smile,

sunshine that stretches for miles,

no storm, no rain.

You think I’m the joking one,

the spark that makes a circle of friends

burst into laughter.

You think I’m built from kindness and warmth,

the one who stitches every mood back together.

You see me help everyone,

smiling like it’s effortless.

You see people come to me

with every little crisis,

beca...