My childlike wonder dwindles every time i get hurt. The light in my eye looks dimmer each and every day, slowly i start to understand why when you’re older everyone is just cruel.
- please hold onto the small spec of hope, please.

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My childlike wonder dwindles every time i get hurt. The light in my eye looks dimmer each and every day, slowly i start to understand why when you’re older everyone is just cruel.
- please hold onto the small spec of hope, please.
Poems Martin definitely wrote for Jon
bought to by discord conversations
Last Night's Mistake
I made a mistake last night,
because I looked at you.
I didn't want to, that's true,
but i did.
My breath hitched.
You were wearing the dress,
the one you swore you would never wear,
kissing the boy
you swore you would never kiss.
And once again I realised,
I fell in love with a monster.
A monster who changes it's skin,
to allure it's prey,
disguses itself as ones best friend,
and bites when you feel safe.
I regret it,
I wish I had never met it
but I did.
And eventhough you are not there,
I can still feel your claw marks on my heart
even when you're kissing him,
promising you left your sin
Can i please be someone’s favorite thought. Can i be what they daydream about constantly, what they yearn for at the end of the day? I’d like to find someone who love’s me passionately and wants me, craves me and can’t get me out of their mind. Who’s is truly devoted to only me, who wants only me, who hands me their heart without hesitation. Is that what i see in your eyes? Because no ones ever looked at me that way before, no ones ever stopped to look at me like that at all.
-i can’t get the way you looked at me out of my head.
The breeze feels different when i’m speeding down the highway. It stings, but at least i know i’m not numb, even if at my core i feel as if i am. I’m always chasing this feeling, when i write, when i sing, when i paint, when i love, when i’m sad, when i’m angry . I don’t want to stop feeling. I don’t care if it brings me to tears i just need to know i’m never going to become cold, that i’m never going to stop caring, that my heart will always heal and love, love and heal and never let itself die. I will always feeling everything, i don’t care if anyone thinks i’m too sentimental, too sensitive or too much . I was born to love, i was born to feel, i was created and made this way and no one can change me. I don’t care. I’m intense, i will love deeply, i will care deeply, i will cry my entire heart out. Oh to love, oh to grieve, oh to be someone consumed by emotions that are indescribable. That no one can digest, emotions unimaginable to anyone in this universe and here i sit completely misunderstood. Always. It runs deep in my veins and pours out when i cry. No one will make me heartless, no one can take this away from me, i’ll love till the end of time, forever in every lifetime.
- I’m fragile, please, be gentle.
I am overly sensitive and what? Whats so wrong with feeling every emotion throughout my body? So what if i love too much? Why would i ever love any less? Why would i put away the love i have to give? Why would i let my pride and ego stop me from loving someone with all i have. I could never. I’ll never let the harsh world mold me into something different. I’ll never let it kill the spark i have within me, it’ll never take the part of me that makes me feel alive. I’ll live my life this way forever. Vulnerable and soft.
Stepping out and smelling the breeze, smelling the rain, closing my eyes and wishing i was back in a thunderstorm. I miss the thunder a lot, i miss going outside and starting at the clouds roll away while the sun would set. Now i chase those clouds,just to smell the rain,to feel it hitting my skin, to listen to the thunder and feel it run through my body. I know where to find you, i know where i can find that same sensation, the sunset thunderstorm that will put me at ease.
- rain, fog and thunderstorms are so dreamy.
"Snails are brown
Frogs are green
You might be
The most beautiful person I have ever seen"
~ Void 2021