quietly

things you whisper to yourself at night; what you cannot say. {they/them}

[reticentsuggestion]

i want to go home. this is not my home.

i don't really know where my home is

[reticentsuggestion]

i always wanted to touch the stars! i guess i’m lucky i get to hold you? ♡

[feralsuggestion]

yellow calls from the distance. do you remember shunning it, as you tried to prove you were grown-up? it’s okay to come back, you never went far. it’s okay to lay in the sun and be happy for a while.

[reticentsuggestion]

every vision of you has you bathed in a scarlet hue, like the very edges of your skin could glow like a campfire. every one of your thousands of freckles glow like sparks.

i can almost feel your heat.

[reticentsuggestion]

everyone i've ever loved left their mark on me

every sentence i've ever spoken made of words from the past

if you replace every board of a ship is it still yours?

my new boards have holes and at this rate i'll sink to the ground

weight of past lives holding me down

i'm the same but i'll never be the same.

i'm not sure i'm even changing

if you replace every board of a ship, was it ever in your control?

[youngcloudpoet]

Kiss me,

it's been so long

since i tasted colors.

[reticentsuggestion]

you ask me if i'm okay and i tell you i'm tired

tired like feeling my bones fraying and cracking

tired like feeling my muscles pulling themselves apart

tired like weights and chains attached to my ankles

tired of screaming when no one can hear me

but yeah, sure, maybe coffee will fix it this time.

[reticentsuggestion]

once again missing the dappled little sunspots on your skin. they make me feel warm inside out

[reticentsuggestion]

i'm glad i never make my bed,

because sometimes when it's dark

and hard to make out shapes,

i think i'm seeing you in it.

[reticentsuggestion]

you look through the cracks in my eyes

and see a soul that's cracking too

[reticentsuggestion]

how can you forgive me if i haven't even forgiven myself?

[desiresuggestion]

so maybe you aren’t my first love, but surely you’re the first to deserve it

[poeticsuggestion]

breathe, step lightly on this earth, you are the sunlit flower petals

[reticentsuggestion]

theres something about the joy of the pocket of spring you find in late winter that makes you forget all about the implications.

[reticentsuggestion]

i still find it amazing that you make me wish for forever when i used to dread it the most

[reticentsuggestion]

i think the best part of a sunrise or sunset, is the way the whole world changes, not just the sky.

[reticentsuggestion]

your rose-tinted glasses aren't always blinding. sometimes, they're exactly what you need