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's just me spilling my guts. feel free to laugh.

special.

yes you are. /pos

i'm stupidly blessed by your ultra-bright light,
a galaxy brain with a killer smile tight.
you solve all my problems with ideas and charm,
then melt into cuddles - a dangerous calm.
my luck hit the jackpot the day that we met,
two sweethearts on platforms - a perfect duet.
you're clever as circuits, you're pretty as sin,
my heart runs on you like a well-tuned engine.
i brag to the stars, to the moon, to the rain,
about having you loaded in my AppDomain.

i'll toast to our future with cider and cheer,
but for fuck's sake please
stop drinking that "special" beer.

the goal.

in this economy??

i didn't build myself enough to earn your flame,
i'm just a mess with a pulse and cute name.

love isn't wages, it's not some landknecht game,
don't want your résumé, i only need you to stay.

my life has taught me i'm only worth what i do,
if i stop bleeding effort, i disappear from view.

then unlearn that gospel, it was made to bruise,
i want you breathing beside me, not proving what's true.

you're solid ground, i'm a fault line in shoes,
you'll trip on my cracks, that's what lovers all do.

i've been walking alone on a road made of screws,
you shake - we go together, that's still something to choose.

i didn't fight dragons or scale some great wall,
why would a woman like you pick me at all?

i'm tired of heroes who never see me fall,
i want the girl who stays when i'm nothing at all.

i feel like debt wrapped in nothing to show,
you'll wake up one day and collect what i owe.

i'm not a banker of hearts with a ledger at core,
i just want your voice when the room turns to snow.

i'm trained to be useful, to earn every kiss,
if i rest, i vanish, that's how it is.

then rest in my arms, let usefulness miss,
you don't have to perform to exist like this.

i don't bring you trophies, just panic and fear,
just scars that still talk when the night gets near.

i've been starving for someone who's painfully clear,
your scars say "i'm here," and that's all i hear.

i'll break like glass in the middle of us,
you'll cut your whole future just touching my trust.

i've lived with emptiness, needles and dust,
i'll take a "bleeding tomorrow" over "spotless and just."

i don't know how to be wanted for free,
every love i was taught had a lock and a fee.

then let me be reckless and want you for "be,"
no code, no condition, just you next to me.

you deserve someone holy, or clever, or brave,
not a girl who still flinches at what she can't save.

i'm done with the perfect, the polished, the paved,
i want the real you - terrified and brave.

what if i fail you, what if i fade,
what if my fear is the only thing made?

then we'll sit in the failure and watch it degrade,
i didn't pick you for winning, i picked you to stay.

my love feels crooked, like stolen or wrong,
like i hacked into something i can't run for long.

i waited my whole damn life to belong,
not to a crown, but to someone who sings off-key songs.

i'm not the reward at the end of your climb,
i'm the loose step that wastes all your time.

i climbed every mountain and found only signs,
saying "stop running alone, let her ruin your lines."

you see a future, where i see a trap,
i hear my mother when you say "perhaps."

i hear your voice when the world goes flat,
that's the sound i choose when there is no map.

i didn't earn you, i swear i did not,
i'm just standing in love i was never taught.

i didn't need earning, i needed a shot,
where someone would meet me, unarmored, and caught.
i don't want your polish, your proof, or your role,
just be here. that's it. that's the whole fucking goal.

polarity.

meow. :c

spikes lining my whole jacket, your bows glow pastel-bright,
i speak in rock and thunder, your songs are feather-light,
my boots reek rain and oil, your steps are sugar-sweet,
two hearts - one steel, one candy - have felt the other's beat.

i sleep with buzzing 'chines and led glow on my eyes,
you dream in plushie kingdoms and strawberry skies,
my world spits sparks and bullets, when yours pours gentle rain,
two dialects of lonely saying "i'm in pain."

your bracelets clink like prayers made out of plastic stars,
my rings are forged from cables i have ripped out of cars,
you paint your lips in pink, when i stain mine with blue,
different kinds of armor just to love you true.

the streets feel loud and hollow without your shiny tide,
my neon looks half-dead since you're not by my side.
chrome yearning for color, as sugar aches for flame,
split between two cities, calling out each other's name.

incorruptible.

happy birthday, cherry.

she walked through years with unstable bonds,
too much heat in a fragile chain,
every promise a reagent wrong,
every touch a delayed pain.

grown in rooms with the oxygen low,
where affection was a weapon dressed as care,
taught by acids how souls corrode,
and by silence how to disappear.

they broke her down to base components:
fear, want, don't leave, don't look,
but somehow love stayed insolvent,
remained inert no matter how they shook.

she's all soft tissue and scarred intent,
a nervous system wired for flight,
yet she feeds the world with gentleness
like glucose feeding a dying light.

no map in her pockets, no north in sight,
just vibes that guide her, without applause.
a heart still seeking the right reaction,
to be known as more than just her flaws.

she loved like a buffer against their chaos,
neutralizing rage with her fragile skin,
held together storms with nothing but bare hands
while they rewrote the rules to win.

some days she was heaven, some days a crime,
their moods like unstable states,
and she once felt endurance meant love
until survival taught her escape.

abandoned pieces still learn to bind,
still search for their own shape and name,
and even abused, she's longing for warmth,
like a plant leaning towards a flame.

looking for an island where atoms don't shatter,
she's close - no, found it - though shaking inside,
a living proof that damaged matter
can still choose love over spite.

happy birthday, my sweet emily,
may our next chapter amplify your shine.
no more imbalance, explosions or anomalies,
my hands will hold you and never decline.

the wait.

so that's how it feels...

it's been three days
since we last
held each other's hands.

feels like three months.
it's like the
time        without        you        bends.

without you my room
is missing warmth.
it's empty, sad - it's gloom.

but future tells me
soon you'll return,
and make my smile bloom.