Lets Bother Mama

It was kind of a dick move to create animals that require air, then confine them to the freaking ocean

“I don’t ask for forever — I just ask for real”

I don’t want promises painted gold at midnight only to peel by morning. I don’t crave fairytales that fall apart the moment reality touches them. I just want someone who looks me in the eyes and says — “I can’t guarantee always… but I can give you honesty. I can give you the kind of love that doesn’t flinch when things get messy. The kind that stays soft even when life turns hard.” I want real. I want the kind of connection that doesn’t vanish when I forget how to smile or when I show my scars instead of my skin. I want fingertips that trace not just my body, but my brokenness — and still choose to stay. Don’t promise me forever. Promise me presence. Promise me truth, even if it’s inconvenient. Promise me warmth that doesn’t run when I collapse at 2 AM. I don’t ask for perfect. I just ask for real. Because real is rare, and rare is enough to be everything.

Don't Leave Me

"So much soothing voice"

The silence is unbearable.

No words are spoken but everything else is so loud.

"To feel intensely and with compassion is not a sign of weakness, but the living proof of humanness." - Astrum

"I don't want perfect — I want real"

I don’t crave filtered smiles or captions dipped in sugar lies. I want the crack in your voice when you speak what no one else hears. Give me the girl whose eyeliner smudges at midnight because she was too busy chasing stars to care about the mirror. Show me the woman who laughs like thunder, cries like poetry, loves like fire and walks away from games without flinching. I don’t need perfection. I need soul. Skin that shivers at truth, eyes that undress egos, hands that build, not break. Come as you are — messy, raw, unfiltered, all your bruises kissed by moonlight. That’s where I’ll meet you. Not in the scroll, but in the soul.

“I only asked for forever once”

I wasn’t asking for much, was I? Just a hand that wouldn’t let go when life got heavier than love. Just eyes that could see the mess inside me and say “stay anyway.” I only asked for forever once. Just once. But forever is expensive when people have pockets full of half-promises and hearts stitched together with exit wounds. They said “I love you” like it was currency, spent fast, forgot faster. But me? I meant every word like an oath. I carved it into my ribs — I don’t love on rental, I love like home. And maybe that’s my tragedy — giving forever to people who were only passing through. So here I am again, writing poems to ghosts, building altars out of ache, loving harder in memory than I was ever loved in real time. And yet — I’d still do it all again. Because some hearts don’t know how to love small.

“I see the way you carry pain in your silence, and strength in your softness. You don’t need to be loud to be powerful. Your emotions are not ‘too much’ — they’re poetry in motion.” By----- Astrum