Top Ten Humbling Experiences: Forcing Yourself To Choke Down Food With Shaky Hands While Trying Not To

Unlearned Gravity

There’s a weightlessness

in the way I speak to you.

not floating,

but falling,

like lungs forgetting they were drowning.

You don’t ask for the truth,

but I offer it

like a child with scraped palms

offering dirt

as if it were gold.

And still—

something in me bends,

like an instrument warped by weather,

its chords creaking,

familiar,

like grief that never needed

a reason to return.

Do you ever feel it too—

the ease,

and then the sorrow that follows

without knocking?

The way something so simple

can still

hurt

like memory.

cutting isnt enough i need to blow my head off

You could be digging my grave

And I'd hand you the shovel

And I'd light myself on fire

Just to keep you warm

You could put a gun to my temple

And I'd tell you to pull the trigger

Because I’d take anything you could give me

Even if it’s just pain and suffering

I’d take anything

As long as it’s you who gives it to me

I'm sorry for not being talkative

Is this all I’ll ever be?

I was never meant to go through this much character development

can mutuals DM you?

Mutuals can throw me into a ceiling fan

Tired of waking up with the same ache in my chest that I went to sleep with

It's never a single thing that kills you

It's death by a million paper cuts

Bittersweet

I love you and hate you, both at the same time.

I love the way you say my name, but I hate that it's always out of disappointment.

I love the way you smile, but I hate that it's never towards me.

I love the way you talk, but I hate that you would never talk to me first.

I love the way you look, but I hate that you never look at me.

I love the way you care about others, but I hate that you never care about me.

I love the way you pay attention to detail, but I hate that I'm the only one you ignore.

I love the way you just exist. But I hate that it wouldn't matter to you if I didn't.

I hate loving you.

But you love hating me.