It’s easier to accept a lie than the truth.

I can accept “this too shall pass” easier than facing my problems head on.

Why do I even bother?

They just play me and leave me broken hearted.

I blame myself easy.

I tell myself I’m too much.

“Maybe if you weren’t so fucked up, they would stay”

Not anymore.

You wanna leave? Go. I’ll hold the door open for you.

Yes I am fucked up but I would ne...

Put your hands on me again.

Hah, and I’ll show you how funny it’s going to be.

Oh now you’re scared?

Bye. You can’t run now.

I don’t care how long it takes.

Again I will rise....

A moment that lasts forever is when you’re fully belly laughing with someone you love. When you look up at them and laugh even harder because they are laughing. I remember craving the feeling of home but in those moments feeling the feeling of home. Its a warm, safe, loving feeling. It’s the best medicine. Laughing is what keeps us alive. It keeps us from crying sometimes. It reminds us the sun wi...

I’m thirsty but not for water…

for your touch.

Feeling your skin against mine,

Your body holding me.

I smell your smell, it smells like home.

You wrap your arms around me and it feels like home.

I crave your touch all the time.

It’s soft yet firm.

It safe yet wild.

I need to feel your lips pressed against mine.

I hear your heart beat and it’s playing my favorite song.

I’m thirsty but not...

The color use to be so bright

& now they are very dull.

I use to see so much life in you,

& now I see nothing but darkness.

My heart yearned for you,

& now it’s a shell of what used to be.

My body was so electric at the thought of you,

& now the electricity has a short....

I don’t even know where to start.

How do you write about heartbreak when it doesn’t come from a lover?

How do you grieve someone who is still alive, just…choosing to live without you?

No one talks about this part.

No one warns you that friendship can crack your chest open wider than any breakup.

No one writes songs about being ghosted by your person —

the one you told everything to,

the one you t...

…and I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t hurt.

There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from always being the bigger person — a bone‑deep, soul‑level fatigue that no amount of sleep or self‑care rituals can undo. It’s the kind of tired that makes your chest feel heavier than your body. The kind that makes you stare at the ceiling at 3 a.m. asking, “Why does being good always feel like pu...

Right here & right now.

It’s inportant to think for the future.

To have a 5 year plan or 10 year plan or hell even a 15 year plan.

But while that is important, don’t miss the now.

Don’t forget to appreciate who you are now. If you don’t then you will never be satisfied because you will always be looking for you next thing.

Don’t let yourself float away to the moon, or you’ll miss the flowers...

I’m tired,

but not the kind of tired sleep can fix.

I’m soul-tired.

Tired of carrying a heart that feels too much

in a world that keeps asking me to feel less.

I laugh too loud so no one hears the ache.

I pour into others so they won’t notice

how empty I sometimes feel.

I smile in pictures even when my chest feels like it’s caving in.

Even when my brain is screaming:

You’re not enough. You’re too...

You smell of danger - the type of danger that makes my heart beat out of my chest.

You taste like risk - I normally don’t like things out of my control but the way you taste makes me want to risk it all.

Your hand wrapped in mine, Your body pressed against me. I feel every part of you.

I know I shouldn’t have you.

I know I shouldn’t want you.

But the more forbidden you are,

the sweeter you...