Some nights I feel like I’m just typing into the void. Left on read. Ignored. Half-seen. Left on Read is the album of all those moments: the messages you send that sink to the bottom, the conversations that never really happen, and the silence that says more than words ever could.

Every track is a text I wanted to send but didn’t, a thought I swallowed to keep the peace, a version of me I tried to hide just to fit. It’s the ache of being invisible in the spaces I thought I belonged, the frustration of feeling replaceable, and the quiet power in learning to claim my voice anyway.

This is for anyone who’s ever felt unseen, dismissed, or left waiting. Listen like someone’s reading your messages back to you.

Left on Read

Eyes half-closed, body warm and still,
Fingers trace me, bending to your will.
Every kiss, every sigh, I melt in slow,
Good girl, sensitive, letting everything show.

Sheets tangled, hearts beating low,
Soft whispers guide me where to go.
Every touch, every move, I feel it all,
Hypersensitive, ready at your call.

Sleeping beauty, I’m yours tonight,
Hold me close, don’t stop, feel right.
Soft and slow, guide me near,
Every touch, I can feel it here.
Sleeping beauty, take me hard,
Every motion leaves a mark.
Soft and wild, whisper my name,
I’m yours to take — I’m not ashamed.

Breath on my neck, your warmth on mine,
Every push, every pull, I follow the line.
Sleepy and pliant, shivering in fire,
Good girl taking it, lost in desire.

I follow you, no fight, no shame,
Every motion, every thrust, I take the claim.
Moans escape, soft, slow, and low,
Sleeping beauty giving all I know.

Sleeping beauty, I’m yours tonight,
Hold me close, don’t stop, feel right.
Soft and slow, guide me near,
Every touch, I can feel it here.
Sleeping beauty, take me hard,
Every motion leaves a mark.
Soft and wild, whisper my name,
I’m yours to take — I’m not ashamed.

Thrust…
Thrust…
Thrust…
“You can take it, baby”
Thrust…
Thrust…
Thrust…
“I’ll be the good girl… take it all”

Sleeping beauty, I’m yours tonight,
Hold me close, don’t stop, feel right.
Soft and slow, guide me near,
Every touch, I can feel it here.
Sleeping beauty, take me hard,
Every motion leaves a mark.
Soft and wild, whisper my name,
I’m yours to take — I’m not ashamed.

Sleeping Beauty

Hands in my hair, tug hard and low,
Guide me, bend me, tell me where to go.
Every pull makes me shiver and moan,
I’m yours to take, your body, your own.

Fingers twist, grip tight, don’t stop,
Pull me closer, make me drop.
Breath in my ear, command my lips,
Every tug, every bite, your fingertips.

Pull my hair and pull it hard,
Guide me where you need me.
Pull my hair and pull it hard,
I’m yours, no limits, completely.
Pull my hair and pull it hard,
Bite my neck, shove me down.
Pull my hair and pull it hard,
Take me, push me, spin me ‘round.

Lean me forward, hips to yours,
Grip my hair, push me to the floor.
Tug me close, grind me tight,
I’m lost in you, your want, your bite.

Hands in my hair, teeth in my skin,
Rough and raw, you pull me in.
Every sigh, every whimper, every moan,
I’m yours tonight, your body, your own.

Pull my hair and pull it hard,
Guide me where you need me.
Pull my hair and pull it hard,
I’m yours, no limits, completely.
Pull my hair and pull it hard,
Bite my neck, shove me down.
Pull my hair and pull it hard,
Take me, push me, spin me ‘round.

Pull me harder… make me scream…
Grip me tight… I’m yours to redeem.
Guide me slow… then faster, rough…
I want it all… I can’t get enough.

Pull my hair and pull it hard,
Guide me where you need me.
Pull my hair and pull it hard,
Take me, claim me completely.
Pull my hair and pull it hard,
Bite my neck, push me down.
Pull my hair and pull it hard,
I’m yours tonight… don’t let me go.

Pull It Hard

Words I never said, rotting in my chest,
Biting back the venom, can’t give it a rest.
Tongue tied, teeth clenched, rage left to stew,
Every thought a fracture, every scream overdue.

Holding back explosions, swallowing my fire,
Every ounce of fury fuels the funeral pyre.
Silent storms within me, rattling my cage,
Every beat, every breath, trapped in my own rage.

I feel it rising, can’t contain the rot,
Every word unsaid, every plan forgot.

Tongue tied teeth, I chew my pain
Swallowing the fury, dancing in the rain
Silent anger, building inside
Words I can’t say, nowhere to hide
Tongue tied teeth, it’s eating me whole
Biting back the chaos, losing control

I’m sure you relate, sitting in your room late,
Words you wish you spoke now festering in your fate.
Saw my best friend laughing while I kept quiet,
Mouth full of teeth, my rage like a riot.

Walked past the hallway where the echoes scream,
Every step a reminder of what I couldn’t redeem.
Locker slammed, heart jammed, I wanted to shout,
But the words stayed trapped, boiling rage inside out.

Flashed back to dinner, plates clattered like bombs,
Parent yelling, teacher failing, friends gone, I’m numb.
Tongue tied teeth, I chewed my tongue raw,
Every line I never said is a jagged claw.

I’m pacing, lacing my brain with fire,
Every sentence unspoken fuels the internal pyre.
Anger in my pocket, anxiety in my chest,
A story of my silent war, words I never expressed.

So when you feel the burn of holding back rage,
Think of me trapped in my mind, a caged stage.
Vivid scenes, screams between the lines,
Tongue tied teeth, swallowing all my crimes.

Rotting words, tangled chords, can’t escape my mind,
Silent storms, twisting forms, nowhere to unwind.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to fight,
Every word I swallowed, lost in the night.
Tongue tied teeth, I’m my own cage,
Raging in silence, trapped in this stage.

Tongue tied teeth, I chew my pain
Swallowing the fury, dancing in the rain
Silent anger, building inside
Words I can’t say, nowhere to hide
Tongue tied teeth, it’s eating me whole
Biting back the chaos, losing control

Teeth clenched, tongue tied… the storm remains…
Silent fire burns… inside my veins…

TONGUE TIED TEETH

I hit the ground harder than I meant to fall,
Wings clipped short by a voice that said it all.
You told me flying wasn’t made for me,
But I still tried to lift myself above the debris.

I’m an angel stitched from fractures and fear,
Halo bent sideways from the weight of the year.
The sky felt heavy, but the ground felt worse—
I learned that falling is its own kind of curse.

I crash in style, wings scorched, heart on fire.
Broken on the pavement, but I still climb higher.
Call me an asphalt angel — bruised but alive,
I fall like a tragedy, but somehow survive.

I crash in style, let the wreckage sing,
Turn every downfall into something with wings.
Call me an asphalt angel — burned but bright,
A halo rebuilt from the ruins of night.

You watched me fall like you hoped I’d stay down,
A quiet disaster meant to never be found.
But rubble shakes different when I stand again—
You can’t break someone who learned to bend.

Concrete kisses left marks on my skin,
But I wear them proud like the places I’ve been.
I’ve risen from crashes you thought would win—
A phoenix that learned how to rise from within.

I crash in style, wings scorched, heart on fire.
Broken on the pavement, but I still climb higher.
Call me an asphalt angel — bruised but alive,
I fall like a tragedy, but somehow survive.

I crash in style, let the wreckage sing,
Turn every downfall into something with wings.
Call me an asphalt angel — burned but bright,
A halo rebuilt from the ruins of night.

The ground never held me the way the sky did,
But I learned to fly with the pain I hid.
Every broken feather, every shattered scream—
I sew them together like the seam of a dream.

If heaven won’t take me, the streetlights will glow,
Lighting my wings as I rise from below.

I crash in style, wings scorched, heart on fire.
Broken on the pavement, but I still climb higher.
Call me an asphalt angel — bruised but alive,
I fall like a tragedy, but still… I rise.

I crash in style, let the wreckage sing,
Turn every downfall into something with wings.
Asphalt angel — burning bright,
Born again from the impact of night.

ASPHALT ANGEL

Heartbeat skipping like a scratched CD…
Can’t stop it… can’t calm it…
Thoughts circling like they’re hunting me…

I feel the pressure crawling up my throat again,
Like every word I swallowed wants to pour out where it’s been.
Hands shaking, mind pacing, breathing out of sync,
I try to quiet down but my heartbeat doesn’t blink.

Raised in a house where silence meant “watch out,”
So now every quiet moment feels like something to doubt.
My chest gets tight, and the walls get thin,
Panic running circles underneath my skin.

Thoughts crash fast, no brakes on the track,
Every memory hits like it wants to attack.
I try to stand still but the floor starts to tilt,
My body keeps reacting to a world I didn’t build.

Feel it rising… feel it flood…
No escape… it’s in my blood…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
My panic mouth fires every fear I lack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
Can’t cage the feelings, they burst and blur.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Yeah, I talk too fast ’cause my brain won’t slow,
Every thought’s a lightning strike looking for somewhere to go.
Therapist says “breathe,” but the breath gets stuck,
Feels like fear’s got my lungs wrapped tight in a clutch.

Every argument I start is just a reflex shake,
A reaction to the echoes that I can’t unmake.
People think I’m overthinking for the thrill of the chase—
But panic’s not a habit, it’s a survival place.

I’m scared of the silence, scared of the wait,
Scared of what memories might detonate.
Every loud room feels like drowning in sound,
Every quiet one feels like danger inbound.

Feel it rising… feel it roar…
No calm… not anymore…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
Every fear fires fast when I feel attacked.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I choke on the thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
My panic mouth speaks before my brain converts.
“Panic in my voice, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time I open my mouth.

Breath on the edge…
Heart in a cage…
Mind full of storms…
Body on stage…

Voices collide…
No place to hide…
Panic inside…
Won’t subside…

“Words spill like bullets, can’t hold them back.”
I’m trying to breathe but I’m under attack.
“Shaking through my chest, everything too loud.”
I’m drowning in thoughts I never said out loud.

“Words spill like bullets, hit me where it hurts.”
This panic mouth speaks before I rehearse.
“Fear in my throat, chaos pouring out.”
I break every time
I open my mouth.

PANIC MOUTH

You lean back slow with that look in your eyes,
Cherry-red smirk cutting clean through the night.
You say my name like you already know
Exactly how fast I’m about to let go.

Your fingers trace circles low on my waist,
Dragging out every inch you want to taste.
You tilt my chin with a confident grin—
“Come closer, baby… let me twist the stem.”

Pressure builds soft where our breaths collide,
Cherry heat rolling in a perfect tide.
You hold my hips like you’re claiming the scene,
Sweet little threat said through your teeth.

Twist the stem,
show me how your tongue can play.
Pull me in slow,
make me beg you to stay.
Twist the stem,
baby, take your time with me—
cherry on your lips
is where I wanna be.

Your mouth moves down in a molten trail,
Cherry-slick heat making every breath fail.
You pull my leg up, settle in tight,
Hands locked firm as you bite just right.

You work your magic like you’re tying a knot,
Every little flick hitting the perfect spot.
My back arches up before I can speak—
You twist the stem and my knees go weak.

You know exactly what my body fears,
And somehow make it something I need to hear.
Cherry taste lingering, slow and wet—
The kind of touch I can’t forget.

Twist the stem,
show me how your tongue can play.
Pull me in slow,
make me beg you to stay.
Twist the stem,
baby, take your time with me—
cherry on your lips
is where I wanna be.

Tilt my head back, let the pressure rise,
Cherry heat flooding through my thighs.
You grip harder every time I shake—
Twist the stem, baby—watch me break.
Your breath, your teeth, your tongue, your claim—
You write your promise in the sound of my name.

Twist the stem — pull me deep into your heat,
Twist the stem — where our cherry pulses meet.
Twist the stem — slow pressure down my spine,
Twist the stem — ‘til your rhythm matches mine.

Twist the stem — red sweetness on your tongue,
Twist the stem — breath shaking in my lungs.
Twist the stem — take me where the night runs red,
Twist the stem — ‘til I’m spilling what I never said.

Twist the Stem

Heat runs low like a whisper in my veins,
Cherry-thick fire dripping through the chains.
You touch my back — it spreads like smoke,
A feverstream rising from the words you spoke.

My pulse hits quick every time you breathe,
Red warmth crawling underneath my sleeve.
You look at me — and everything blurs,
Like my body only listens
to yours.

Your hands move steady — slow, aligned,
Tracing every tremble down my spine.
The fever builds where our shadows meet—
A cherry-warm current beneath the sheet.

Feverstream — running deep between our skin,
Pulling me close
where the dark begins.
Feverstream — cherry heat I can’t deny,
You take one breath
and I’m caught inside.
Feverstream — rising every time you call,
All of my walls
start to fall.

Your lips glide soft like a secret threat,
A promise of heat I’ll never forget.
Every touch lands heavy, slow, precise,
Cherry-red hunger melting through ice.

You tilt my head — watch me come undone,
Your mouth tastes trouble
mixed with sun.
I hold your shirt — can't let you leave,
The feverstream climbs
every time you breathe.

Your voice dips low — a velvet knife,
Cutting through the quiet of my shaking life.
The moment swells when your fingers press—
Cherry fever dripping
from the stress.

Feverstream — running deep between our skin,
Pulling me close
where the dark begins.
Feverstream — cherry heat I can’t deny,
You take one breath
and I’m caught inside.
Feverstream — rising every time you call,
All of my walls
start to fall.

Slide closer, baby — drown me slow,
Let the feverstream take control.
Your hands on my hips,
your mouth on my neck,
Cherry heat turning breath
into wreck.
No turning back —
I’m already in,
This feverstream burns
beneath my skin.

Feverstream — spill your heat into my soul,
Cherry-red rush
I can’t control.
Feverstream — every touch pulls me deeper in,
Lose myself
under your skin.
Feverstream — rising fast, making me shake,
Everything you give
is more I take.
Feverstream…
I’m burning for you tonight.

Feverstream

Your hands trace lower than my breath can hold,
Cherry heat rising as your fingers unfold.
You slide in slow, like you’re testing the groove,
Every inch you claim tells my body to move.

Your mouth hits places only midnight knows,
Soft red pressure where your tongue goes.
I arch for you, and you press deeper in—
Leaving cherry stains where your lips begin.

Your touch draws heat down my spine,
Slow, intentional, crossing every line.
I feel your breath hit the place I crave—
A cherry pulse riding every wave.

Cherry red imprint
right where you pressed your name.
You leave your mark
every time you play that game.
Cherry red imprint,
deep where the heat runs tight—
Baby, your hands write stories
on my body every night.

You slide your fingers under my thigh,
Cherry-sweet tension making me sigh.
Your grip gets firm when you pull me near,
Your voice dropping low right into my ear.

You kiss the spots that make my breath break,
Cherry-wet sounds only we can make.
You drag your mouth down slow and steady—
And baby, I swear, I’m already ready.

Your hands tell truths your lips won’t say,
Reading my body in your own dark way.
The deeper you go, the faster I shake—
This cherry high is yours to take.

Cherry red imprint
right where you pressed your name.
You leave your mark
every time you play that game.
Cherry red imprint,
deep where the heat runs tight—
Baby, your hands write stories
on my body every night.

Pull me open with your cherry-warm grip,
Trace down slow till my hips start to dip.
Your tongue leaves heat in a crimson line,
Mark me once more—make the whole thing mine.

Soft moans spill where your pressure lands,
Red shine coating both our hands.
I lose myself when you take your time—
Every imprint says you’re mine.

Cherry red imprint
everywhere your fingers lay.
Cherry heat rising
as you take me your way.
Cherry red imprint,
baby, go slow then bite—
Leave your mark on my body
in the middle of the night.
Cherry red imprint…
only you can write me right.

Cherry Red Imprint

Melt slow on my tongue — you taste like sin,
Dark heat rising deep from the moment we begin.
Your hands glide low — cocoa warmth in your touch,
Every little move says you're wanting me too much.

You breathe my name — velvet smooth, dripping sweet,
Tracing every curve like something made to eat.
I give in easy — the craving pulls steady,
You lift my chin — whisper, “Baby, you ready?”

Chocolate on your breath — cherry on mine,
You mix the flavors with a heat so divine.
Every little kiss sends me deeper inside—
Your taste is a secret I can’t hide.

Chocolate covered cherries — melting on your tongue,
Sweet turns dangerous when the night’s this young.
Chocolate covered cherries — dripping down my spine,
Dark rush rising when your body hits mine.
Chocolate covered cherries — craving every bite,
Lose myself in you
every
single
night.

You slide your thumb — wipe the sweetness from my lips,
Pull me closer by the waist — slow grind of our hips.
Your voice drops low — like midnight poured thick,
Every syllable landing heavy, hot, slick.

I taste your hunger — deep and unrestrained,
A craving that’s messy, cherry-red stained.
You take the lead — with a confident pull,
“Let me try again,” you say —
as the room turns full.

Dark sugar heat — running straight to my chest,
You learn my rhythm like a secret confessed.
Every little moment tastes better than the last—
Your flavor’s the high
that holds me
fast.

Chocolate covered cherries — melting on your tongue,
Sweet turns dangerous when the night’s this young.
Chocolate covered cherries — dripping down my spine,
Dark rush rising when your body hits mine.
Chocolate covered cherries — craving every bite,
Lose myself in you
every
single
night.

Spread me open like a midnight treat,
Taste the heat building low in the beat.
Hands on my hips, steady and sure,
Your flavor’s the drug I always want more.

Soft moans mix with the red of your mouth,
Chocolate heat pulling me south and south.
You take your time — drawing out every plea,
Cherry dripping slow
as you savor me.

Chocolate covered cherries — melt me in your hold,
Dark cravings rising, burning hot and bold.
Chocolate covered cherries — don’t stop at just one,
Taste me slow, baby — we’re nowhere near done.

Chocolate covered cherries — deep and divine,
Your mouth on my skin
is the sweetest kind of crime.
Chocolate covered cherries…
I’m yours to consume tonight.

Chocolate Covered Cherries

Warm breeze hits as the night drifts in,
Your touch sparks fire beneath my skin.
Soft glow pouring through your eyes,
Pulling me closer every time you rise.
Heartbeat running in a steady slide,
Every look feels like a warning sign.

Golden pulse in the way you breathe,
Heat wraps around me, won’t let me leave.

Sweet heat—rolling through me like a flame,
Every second shifts the way I say your name.
Sweet heat—hold me in the burn,
You’re the fire I can’t unlearn.

Soft lips brushing like a whisper’s dare,
Your hands trace lines like they’re drawing air.
Heat climbs higher when you pull me near,
Melting the shadows, keeping you clear.
Slow grin lighting up the dark,
Every sigh hits me like a spark.

Warmth expands in a rising tide,
Pulse syncing right with yours inside.

Sweet heat—rolling through me like a flame,
Every second shifts the way I say your name.
Sweet heat—hold me in the burn,
You’re the fire I can’t unlearn.

We glow bright in the silence here,
Your hands steady, drawing me near.
One deep breath and the world turns still—
Sweet heat bending to your will.
Sweet, sweet—pull me in tight.
Heat, heat—burn through the night.

Sweet heat—running wild beneath my skin,
Every heartbeat calling you again.
Sweet heat—stay right here with me,
You’re the warmth I never want to free.
Sweet heat—the rush, the rise,
Your touch rewriting all my skies.
Sweet heat—deep and wide,
Pull me under, let it collide.

Sweet heat…
Light me like the summertime.

Sweet Heat

Your hands skim low, and the room tilts warm,
Heat rising soft in the shape of your form.
You breathe my name like you’re tasting the sound,
Every little tremor pulling me down.
Your thumb on my hip makes the world stand still,
Juice of the moment spilling with thrill.
My pulse jumps quick at the slightest touch—
You move so slow,
and it’s almost too much.

Your lips glide close, I can’t stay steady,
Every breath you take makes my body ready.
Heat pools deep where your fingers roam—
Juicy tremors
pulling me home.

Tremors… tremors…
shaking through me when you press that way.
Tremors… tremors…
every touch makes my body sway.
Juicy tremors…
rolling deeper every time you sip.
Tremors… tremors…
I taste the quake on your lips.

Your touch moves deeper, slow like wine,
Warmth dripping thick in every line.
You guide me back with a firm, sweet pull,
Tremors rolling in waves, heavy and full.
I melt into you with a breath undone,
Heat blooming slow where the shadows run.
Every sigh breaks open like fruit,
Soft and ripe
for you to shoot.

Your voice brushes low on the shell of my ear,
Sending little tremors every time you’re near.
You know the spots where my breath gives way—
Juicy rhythms
making me sway.

Tremors… tremors…
shaking through me when you press that way.
Tremors… tremors…
every touch makes my body sway.
Juicy tremors…
rolling deeper every time you sip.
Tremors… tremors…
I taste the quake on your lips.

Let the tremors climb, let the night unfold,
Juice on my tongue, your heat taking hold.
Press your palm down, make my breathing trip,
Pull me deeper
with your grip.
I feel the rush — sweet, unsteady,
Every tremor saying
I’m ripe and ready.

Tremors… tremors…
quivering deeper when you take your time.
Tremors… tremors…
every pulse falling into your line.
Juicy tremors…
shivering sweet where your fingers slip.
Tremors… tremors…
come taste the quake on my lips.

Juicy Tremors

Midnight heat rising, slipping through the sheets,
Your fingers trace the lines where my heartbeat meets.
Every kiss you give me burns a hidden mark,
We’re tangled up in craving, moving through the dark.

You bite at the places only shadows know,
Leaving little warnings only we can show.
Secrets bloom deeper where the moon won’t glow,
And every stolen breath pulls me further below.

(Hide the bruises where the night won’t tell)
(Pulled into your grip, trapped inside the spell)
(Every touch is danger, every breath I owe)
(Kiss me in the dark—baby, bite me slow)

Your mouth on my shoulder draws another shiver,
Your teeth write confessions only heat delivers.
We move without speaking, just the rush of skin,
Breaking rules in silence like original sin.

You push me to edges I can’t name aloud,
A quiet kind of hunger we don’t share with the crowd.
Your grip gets tighter with each whispered “stay,”
And I melt into the want that won’t go away.

(Hide the bruises where the night won’t tell)
(Pulled into your grip, trapped inside the spell)
(Every touch is danger, every breath I owe)
(Kiss me in the dark—baby, bite me slow)

Pull me under, drag me through the heat,
Your hands say everything our lips can’t speak.
Mark me softly, take what you claim—
Leave a trail of fire everywhere you say my name.
This fever’s rising, deeper than I show—
Don’t stop now—baby, bite me slow.

(Hide the bruises where the night won’t tell)
(Pulled into your grip, trapped inside the spell)
(Every touch is danger, every breath I owe)
(Close the door, take your time—baby, bite me slow)

Bite Me Slow

Late light hitting your jawline clean,
Cherry-red glare where your lips have been.
You lean in close with that slow-burn pull,
Heat in your breath turning subtle to full.

Every move you make is a quiet command,
Tracing my waist with your unhurried hands.
I feel the rush start low, then climb—
You taste like midnight pressed in rhyme.

Your touch writes stories down my spine,
A cherry stain in every line.
I feel the spark before you speak—
Your mouth is fire, your voice is sleek.

Red on your tongue,
I see the color rising slow.
You take one breath
and every part of me knows.
Red on your tongue,
you never touch me the same—
You pull me under
just by saying my name.

You drag your teeth where my pulse ignites,
Cherry warmth blooming under dim streetlights.
I hold your gaze and the world tilts down,
Your hands map heat like they own this town.

Soft tension climbs in a hush of air,
Your tongue finds truth I never meant to share.
The taste of me lingers when you pull back—
A deep red trail along your track.

Your grip, your breath, the way you sway—
You paint me open in every way.
A cherry echo on your lips,
A slow confession in your fingertips.

Red on your tongue,
yeah, I see the hunger there.
One slow touch
and I’m lost in the way you stare.
Red on your tongue,
baby, look what you’ve begun—
You take my breath
and swallow it whole as one.

Pull me closer, let the heat unwind,
Cherry pulse beating into yours and mine.
Your mouth writes promises across my skin,
Every syllable pulls me deeper in.
Red flicker glowing in the dark—
You leave your claim like a burning mark.

Red on your tongue,
dripping slow in the fading light.
You taste my name
like it’s setting the night alight.
Red on your tongue,
you don’t have to say a word—
The way you breathe me in
is the sweetest thing I’ve heard.
Red on your tongue…
and I’m already undone.

Red On Your Tongue

You pull me in like you already know
the places on my body where the fire likes to go.
Your hands move slow, like they’re testing the air,
Finding every spot that says I want you there.
My breath stumbles out, soft and unsteady,
Heat rolling in waves—
I’m ripe and ready.

You trace my waist like a secret line,
Press your lips close, ask if I’m fine.
But you already feel it—
the ache in my chest,
the need in my hips,
the way I confess.

Ripe and ready —
pull me close and let the fever rise,
Ripe and ready —
trace the heat that’s growing in my thighs.
Ripe and ready —
taste the moment dripping slow and sweet,
Ripe and ready —
feel the rhythm building where we meet.

Your voice dips low and the room heats up,
Your thumb on my lip is enough.
I tilt my head back just a little bit more,
Inviting the night to settle in deeper than before.
Every inch of my skin turns warm and heavy,
Begging for your touch—
I’m ripe and ready.

You move like honey, slow and thick,
Every breath you take makes my pulse click.
I feel your hunger through the way you stare,
Pulling me close
without going anywhere.

Ripe and ready —
pull me close and let the fever rise,
Ripe and ready —
trace the heat that’s growing in my thighs.
Ripe and ready —
taste the moment dripping slow and sweet,
Ripe and ready —
feel the rhythm building where we meet.

Lay me down slow, let the night decide
how deep the fever runs inside.
I give you my breath, you give me your heat,
A rhythm building
with every heartbeat.
The way you touch me—soft, then steady—
Only confirms
I’m ripe & ready.

Ripe and ready —
pull me closer, let the fever climb,
Ripe and ready —
press your heat against the curve of mine.
Ripe and ready —
taste the moment dripping slow and sweet,
Ripe and ready —
lose control right where our bodies meet.

Ripe & Ready

These hallways used to feel warmer when I walked through,
Held every version of me like they knew my name.
Now every step I take comes back like a warning,
Every echo sounding exactly the same.
There’s a coldness settling deep in the corners,
A quiet emptiness I can’t seem to shake.
The shadows feel like company, but not the kind that comforts—
More like they're mirroring every fear I make.

And this silence hits harder than any voice I’ve known,
Wrapping tight around the thoughts I won’t show.
I try to breathe steady, but the air just disappears—
Like this house is feeding on the things I fear.

These hollow hallways keep calling my name,
But the sound never reaches anyone—
It just fades where it came.
And every step echoes louder
Than the truth I try to hide,
In these hollow hallways
Where the emptiness feels alive.
They hold the parts of me
That I’m scared to recognize—
And the further that I walk,
The more I question what’s inside
These hollow, hollow hallways
Where my thoughts don’t have a place to hide.

I pass the pictures hanging crooked on the plaster,
Faces that once felt familiar now blur and fade.
Memories peeling at the edges, curling inward,
Like the house is tired of what I tried to save.
I hear footsteps that don’t belong to anyone living,
Little taps that tell me I’m not here alone.
Maybe it’s the ghosts of who I used to be whispering,
Trying to pull me back to a place they called home.

These walls know me deeper than anyone ever did,
They know the secrets I tried to keep hid.
And the things I thought I buried down low
Still rise in the shadows wherever I go.

These hollow hallways keep calling my name,
But the sound never reaches anyone—
It just fades where it came.
And every step echoes louder
Than the truth I try to hide,
In these hollow hallways
Where the emptiness feels alive.
They hold the parts of me
That I’m scared to recognize—
And the further that I walk,
The more I question what’s inside
These hollow, hollow hallways
Where my thoughts don’t have a place to hide.

I don’t know if I’m running from myself
Or if the hallways are pulling me in.
Every turn feels like a story
That I don’t know how to begin.
Maybe the echoes aren’t just voices—
Maybe they’re truths I left behind,
Trying to lead me back
To the pieces I misplaced over time.

These hollow hallways keep calling my name,
But the sound never reaches anyone—
It just fades where it came.
And every step echoes louder
Than the truth I try to hide,
In these hollow hallways
Where the emptiness feels alive.
They hold the parts of me
That I’m scared to recognize—
And the further that I walk,
The more I question what’s inside
These hollow, hollow hallways
Where my thoughts don’t have a place to hide.

Hollow Hallways

I keep my hand on the doorknob,
But it never turns the way I want it to.
Every time I try to let somebody in,
The hinges freeze up like they already knew.
I hear the locks click tight in my chest,
Like my heart built its own security.
Even when I want to open up the room,
Something in me says, “Not safe. Not yet. Not fully.”

And I get so tired of guarding
Places I don’t want to guard at all.
But the moment I start to trust someone,
The walls rise up, the doors slam shut—
Like instinct built the hall.

Locked door logic, it always kicks in,
I shut people out even when I want them in.
I don’t mean to hide, it’s just the way I’ve been—
Baby, my heart’s a house that won’t let you begin.
Locked door logic, I push then I pull,
Wanna give you everything, but fear gets full.
Every time I try, something closes within—
Yeah, I’m fighting my own
Locked door logic again.

There’s a key under the welcome mat,
But I don’t think anyone knows it’s there.
I’ve forgotten how to hand it to somebody
Without shaking at the weight of the care.
I feel the bolts slide into place on their own,
Like the house is trying to keep me from harm.
But safety starts to feel like a prison
When you never let anyone touch your heart.

And I wish I could break the habit,
Wish the hinges didn’t rust so fast.
I try to open up slow, one room at a time,
But the past always flashes
Right before I can ask.

Locked door logic, it always kicks in,
I shut people out even when I want them in.
I don’t mean to hide, it’s just the way I’ve been—
Baby, my heart’s a house that won’t let you begin.
Locked door logic, I push then I pull,
Wanna give you everything, but fear gets full.
Every time I try, something closes within—
Yeah, I’m fighting my own
Locked door logic again.

I want to hand you the key,
Let you walk through every room.
Show you the places I locked up tight
And the love I never let bloom.
But the door jams when I reach for it,
Like it’s scared of what I’ll lose—
Baby, it’s not you I’m afraid of,
It’s everything I’ve been through.

Locked door logic, it always kicks in,
I shut people out even when I want them in.
I don’t mean to hide, it’s just the way I’ve been—
Baby, my heart’s a house that won’t let you begin.
Locked door logic, I push then I pull,
Wanna give you everything, but fear gets full.
I’m trying to change, let somebody in—
Yeah, but I’m learning how to
Unlock this heart again.

Locked Door Logic

There’s a room in this house I never asked for,
Walls built from things people swore they knew.
Whispers stacked like bricks in the corners,
Laid down by mouths
That never spoke the truth.
Every story someone told about me
Got plastered in the paint before it dried.
I walk inside and feel the heat of judgment,
Like the walls are breathing
Every lie.

And I hear footsteps I don’t recognize,
Echoing things I never said.
Funny how rumors fill a house
Faster
Than anything I’ve lived instead.

These rooms built from rumors,
They creak with every name they said.
Every whisper shapes a corner,
Every lie gets carved in the bed.
These rooms built from rumors,
Where the walls repeat what isn’t true—
I try to tear the stories down,
But they rebuild
Just like they do.
I’m trapped between the shadows
Of who they swore I’d be—
These rooms built from rumors
Aren’t even rooms
Of me.

I see faces scratched into the drywall,
Drawn from words they passed around too fast.
People love to build you wrong
As long as the version fits
Their past.
I touch the wall and feel it tremble,
Like it wants to break but won’t let go.
Rumors age like water damage—
Ugly stains
That always show.

And I fight the urge to shout at ghosts,
But ghosts don’t care to hear the truth.
They only know what someone told them—
Not the me
I grew into.

These rooms built from rumors,
They creak with every name they said.
Every whisper shapes a corner,
Every lie gets carved in the bed.
These rooms built from rumors,
Where the walls repeat what isn’t true—
I try to tear the stories down,
But they rebuild
Just like they do.
I’m trapped between the shadows
Of who they swore I’d be—
These rooms built from rumors
Aren’t even rooms
Of me.

People build whole stories
Without a single brick of fact.
And I’ve been living with their versions
Stacked on top
Of how I act.
And every time I breathe too loud,
The house repeats their claims—
Proof that words can build a prison
Out of nothing
But my name.

These rooms built from rumors,
Holding voices I can’t erase.
Every false piece laid about me
Still lives inside
This place.
These rooms built from rumors,
Shaking with the lies they keep—
And no matter how I fight them,
They settle
Into deep.
I’m stuck inside the blueprint
Of who they made me be—
These rooms built from rumors…
Won’t let me
Leave.

I try the door—
It sticks,
Just like the story did.
And the rumors whisper on,
Even when
I don’t
Respond.

Rooms Built From Rumors

Every step I take trembles underneath me,
Like the wood remembers things I swore I’d forget.
Every shift, every creak feels familiar,
Like the house is calling out the secrets I’ve kept.

There’s a rhythm in the planks when I’m walking,
A quiet pulse that follows me from room to room.
It’s like they feel the weight I carry in my chest—
Like they know what I’m scared to tell too soon.

And every time the boards bend,
I swear they’re saying my name.
Like they know what I deny—
Know exactly where to aim.

The floorboards know the things I hide,
They hear the cries I never said out loud.
Every creak is a truth I tried to bury,
But it rises through the wood somehow.

The floorboards know when my heart is heavy,
They feel it every time I break inside.
No matter how soft I try to step,
Baby, they hear every lie.

I’ve walked these rooms in silence for years now,
Trying not to leave the weight of who I’ve been behind.
But the floor still shifts under every heartbeat,
Like it knows the nights I didn’t feel alive.

Sometimes I freeze just to stop the sound,
As if the house can’t hear me if I don’t move.
But the truth vibrates through every sliver of wood—
There’s nothing here I can keep from view.

The house learns you slowly,
Takes in everything you bring.
And these boards don’t forget—
They echo everything.

The floorboards know the things I hide,
They hear the cries I never said out loud.
Every creak is a truth I tried to bury,
But it rises through the wood somehow.

The floorboards know when my heart is heavy,
They feel it every time I break inside.
No matter how soft I try to step,
Baby, they hear every lie.

And sometimes late at night,
I swear they speak back to me—
Little groans of memories
I didn’t mean to leave.
They carry every version of me,
Pressed into the grain—
A record of the moments
I couldn’t hold,
I couldn’t name.

The floorboards know the things I hide,
They hear the cries I never said out loud.
Every creak is a truth I tried to bury,
But it rises through the wood somehow.

The floorboards know when my heart is heavy,
They feel it every time I break inside.
No matter how soft I try to step,
Baby, they hear every lie.

I move slow, but they still hear it—
All the weight beneath my feet.
These floorboards know me better
Than anyone I’ll ever meet.

The Floorboards Know

The hallway narrows every time I walk it,
Walls leaning in like they’re tired of staying tall.
I drag my fingers down the molding,
Feel the tremor
Running underneath it all.
The floor sinks just a little when I breathe,
Like it knows I’m carrying more than I say.
Every step feels heavier than the last,
Like the corridor’s been waiting
For this day.

And I can hear it struggling to stand,
Hear the cracks forming under my feet.
This hallway learned my weight too well—
Now it’s folding
Where I’m most weak.

This collapsing corridor,
It bends with everything I’ve stored.
Walls breaking under truths I ignored,
Falling from the pressure
I’ve carried before.
This collapsing corridor,
Holding every fear I hoard—
And now the whole house shakes with the force
Of the things I never
Spoke for.

I see dust lifting in the light ahead,
Tiny storms rising from forgotten pain.
Every picture frame tilts on the walls,
Like they’re witnessing
Where I strain.
I push forward but the ceiling dips,
A low groan echoing through the beams.
This corridor remembers everything—
All the nights I cracked
Without a scream.

And now it’s too much—
The wood can’t hold
Another moment of what I suppress.
It knows the truth I hide from myself—
The love,
The grief,
The emptiness.

This collapsing corridor,
It bends with everything I’ve stored.
Walls breaking under truths I ignored,
Falling from the pressure
I’ve carried before.
This collapsing corridor,
Holding every fear I hoard—
And now the whole house shakes with the force
Of the things I never
Spoke for.

Maybe I wasn’t meant to hold this alone,
Maybe the corridor breaks
Because I never learned to bend.
Maybe the cracks are calling me back
To everything
I tried to defend.
But standing here with dust in my breath,
I feel the truth—
Heavy and sharp.
Sometimes the hall collapses
To show you
Where you broke apart.

This collapsing corridor,
Groaning under all I ignored.
No more room for what I endured—
Every secret falling
Through the floor.
This collapsing corridor,
Nowhere left for me to store
The weight of who I was before—
And when it finally breaks…
I don’t know
What’s left
At the core.

The dust settles slow,
Covering everything
I tried not to feel—
And the corridor stays broken,
Whether I
Heal
Or not.

Collapsing Corridor

The waves rise higher every night,
Crashing in a rhythm I can’t fight.
I feel the pull beneath my ribs,
Something dragging me under again.
Salt stings the wounds I never show,
Cold water filling in the spaces I don’t control.
I keep trying to stay above the swell,
But every breath feels borrowed,
Every heartbeat feels like hell.

The current knows me too well—
It finds the cracks I try to hide.
I’m losing ground, losing light,
Pulled deeper by the tide.

I’m sinking in the deep tide break,
Caught in waves I never learned to escape.
The ocean keeps pulling at my bones,
Dragging me places I’ve never wanted to go.
I’m drowning in a sea I didn’t make,
Swallowed by the weight I can’t shake.
Reaching for the surface, reaching for air—
But the tide pulls harder,
Like it wants me there.

I hear the echo of my thoughts
Bouncing off the water’s skin.
If I scream, it only sinks,
Lost in the dark where the blue turns thin.
My arms are tired from the fight,
Every motion drags me deeper into night.
The water knows my weakness well,
It wraps around me slowly,
Like a story I can’t tell.

I feel the current circling tight,
Dragging every secret from my mind.
I’m fading further from the light,
Trying not to break this time.

I’m sinking in the deep tide break,
Caught in waves I never learned to escape.
The ocean keeps pulling at my bones,
Dragging me places I’ve never wanted to go.
I’m drowning in a sea I didn’t make,
Swallowed by the weight I can’t shake.
Reaching for the surface, reaching for air—
But the tide pulls harder,
Like it wants me there.

If the waves could soften,
If the water let me breathe,
Maybe I could rise again,
Maybe I could finally leave.
But the ocean keeps its grip,
Cold hands around my chest.
I keep sinking, sinking—
Trying my best.

The undertow knows my name.
The deep remembers everything.
The dark keeps pulling me home—
Where the pressure feels like peace.

I’m sinking in the deep tide break,
Caught in waves I never learned to escape.
The ocean keeps pulling at my bones,
Dragging me places I’ve never wanted to go.
I’m drowning in a sea I didn’t make,
Swallowed by the weight I can’t shake.
Reaching for the surface, reaching for air—
But the tide pulls harder,
Like it wants me there.

If I disappear beneath the blue,
Maybe the ocean already knew—
I’ve been drowning long before I sank,
Lost in a deep tide
No one else could break.

Deep Tide Break

Every day I’m running forward,
But my feet keep dragging slow.
Deadlines building up like towers,
Breathing shallow, losing control.
Still I push through all the tremors,
But the ground keeps slipping thin.
Trying hard to keep my focus,
But I’m always late again.

What if I stopped trying?
What if I walked away?
Would everything collapse—
or go on anyway?

I’m chasing the current,
Always falling behind,
Reaching for something
that I can’t seem to find.
What if the pressure just lifted?
Would I sink? Would I float?
I’m chasing the current,
And I’m losing the boat.
What if I let it go—just once—
Would I find any peace,
or be swept by the rush?

Others move like water gliding,
While I’m stuck against the stream.
Every step becomes a struggle,
Every day another scene.
People say, “Keep going, you’re close,”
But they don’t feel the weight I bear.
I’ve been pushing past my limits—
Still it feels like getting nowhere.

What if I stopped pushing?
What if I let myself breathe?
Would everything fall apart—
or finally let me be?

I’m chasing the current,
Always falling behind,
Reaching for something
that I can’t seem to find.
What if the pressure just lifted?
Would I sink? Would I float?
I’m chasing the current,
And I’m losing the boat.
What if I let it go—just once—
Would I find any peace,
or be swept by the rush?

Maybe I’m not built for racing,
Maybe I’m not made for speed.
I am tired of acting fearless,
Tired of chasing every need.
I just want to feel grounded,
Stop the spinning in my head.
Want the noise to finally quiet,
Want a moment’s rest instead.

But the world keeps turning circles,
And they’re waiting for me still.
What if I stopped trying harder—
Listened to what my heart feels?
What if I whispered, “Enough now,”
Let the waves decide my way?
Let the pull become my solace,
Let the pressure fall away.

I’m chasing the current,
Always falling behind,
Reaching for something
that I can’t seem to find.
What if the pressure just lifted?
Would I sink? Would I float?
I’m chasing the current,
And I’m losing the boat.
What if I let it go—just once—
Would I find any peace,
or be swept by the rush?

Chasing the current,
I’m starting to see—
Maybe letting go
is the only way to breathe.
If I stop the fight
and drift for a moment,
Maybe that’s where
I finally find peace.

Chasing the Current

I wake up, and it feels different.
The world I knew doesn’t look the same anymore.
Every plan I make feels temporary,
Like everything’s changing, and I’m not sure why.
I try to stay still, but the ground keeps moving,
I hold on to what’s familiar, but it slips through my fingers.
I can’t tell if I’m falling behind or if this is just life,
But it feels like I’m losing track of what I’m supposed to be.

I wish I could slow it down,
I wish I could catch my breath.
But the changes come, whether I’m ready or not,
And I don’t know where to go from here.

I’m trying to stay afloat,
But every wave just keeps pushing me back.
The changes keep coming,
And I don’t know how to keep up.
I’m just trying to find some solid ground,
But it feels like everything is slipping away.

One day everything’s fine,
And the next, it’s all turned upside down.
I feel like I’m being dragged in all directions,
With no way to stop the pull.
I try to adjust, try to adapt,
But it’s like trying to learn a new language,
Every time I think I understand,
Something else shifts, and I’m lost again.
I keep telling myself it’ll settle,
That eventually things will make sense.
But it’s hard to hold on when nothing stays the same,
And I’m not sure I even know who I am anymore.

I’m trying to stay afloat,
But every wave just keeps pushing me back.
The changes keep coming,
And I don’t know how to keep up.
I’m just trying to find some solid ground,
But it feels like everything is slipping away.

Some days, I just want to stop moving,
Just pause for a moment and breathe.
But there’s no stopping, no slowing down,
And I feel like I’m running on empty.
Maybe I’ll get used to it eventually,
Maybe I’ll learn how to ride the waves.
But right now, I just need a break,
A moment to catch my breath.

I’m holding on, but it’s getting harder,
Trying to adjust to a world that’s always shifting.
Maybe one day I’ll find a place to settle,
But right now, I just want a little peace.

I’m trying to stay afloat,
But every wave just keeps pushing me back.
The changes keep coming,
And I don’t know how to keep up.
I’m just trying to find some solid ground,
But it feels like everything is slipping away.

I don’t have all the answers,
But I can keep going,
Even when the waves feel like too much.
I’ll learn to move with the tide,
Even if I’m not sure where it’ll take me.
Maybe that’s the only way to survive,
Just keep moving, one wave at a time.

I’m trying to stay afloat,
But every wave just keeps pushing me back.
The changes keep coming,
And I don’t know how to keep up.
I’m just trying to find some solid ground,
But it feels like everything is slipping away.

I’ll find my way through it somehow,
Even if the waves don’t stop.
Maybe one day, things will feel still,
But for now, I’ll just keep moving.

Waves of Change

I’m standing in the shallow, but the waves keep crashing in,
I’m screaming out for something, but nobody’s listening.
I try to make a difference, but I’m stuck here in this fight,
Wondering if I’ll ever feel like I’m reaching for the light.

Every word I say, it sinks into the deep,
I’m drowning in this silence, no one seems to see.
Am I not enough, or is it just me?
I’m lost inside a world that won’t set me free.

I’m drowning, drowning, can't breathe or speak,
Fading in the silence that’s growing so deep.
I’m falling, falling, don’t know what to do,
Feel like I’m not enough, but I still push through.
Drowning in this echo, where no one understands,
Searching for a lifeline, a hand to take mine again.

I wear a mask of courage, but inside, I’m scared,
Trying to be perfect, but it’s like no one cares.
Every step I take, I wonder if it’s right,
Chasing after something just to feel alive tonight.

Every dream I chase seems to fade away,
I’m running in circles, but I can’t find my way.
Am I too much, or am I too small?
In this sea of doubt, I’m losing it all.

I’m drowning, drowning, can't breathe or speak,
Fading in the silence that’s growing so deep.
I’m falling, falling, don’t know what to do,
Feel like I’m not enough, but I still push through.
Drowning in this echo, where no one understands,
Searching for a lifeline, a hand to take mine again.

I’m reaching, reaching for something to hold,
But the water’s pulling me deeper into the cold.
I’m tired of fighting, tired of trying to be strong,
All I want is to feel like I belong.

Every time I give my all, it’s never good enough,
I keep pushing harder, but it’s like the road’s too rough.
I wonder if I’m doing my best, or if I’m just pretending,
I keep asking myself—when will this all end?

The water fills my lungs, and I can’t catch my breath,
Lack of oxygen in my brain, I'm suffocating with each step.
My vision’s fading slowly, my heart begins to race,
In this flood of doubt, I’m losing my place.

I’m drowning, drowning, can't breathe or speak,
Fading in the silence that’s growing so deep.
I’m falling, falling, don’t know what to do,
Feel like I’m not enough, but I still push through.
Drowning in this echo, where no one understands,
Searching for a lifeline, a hand to take mine again.

Drowning in the silence, but I’ll rise above,
One day I’ll find the strength to say I am enough.
For now, I’ll keep swimming, just trying to survive,
In the hope that someday, I’ll feel alive.

Echoes in the Water

The surface is quiet, perfectly still,
No ripples to break the calm,
But beneath it, something stirs—
A weight I can’t explain, hidden in the depths.
I smile, I go through the motions,
But there's something in my chest that won't settle,
Like the water's holding something back,
And it feels like it’s all too much to carry.

Still waters, calm to the eyes,
But there's a current inside that I can't deny.
I try to keep it all locked away,
But the deeper it goes, the harder it stays.
Still waters, calm on the outside,
But I’m sinking quietly, nowhere to hide.

I wear the mask well, nobody can tell,
I walk the line of peace and unrest,
But when the day ends, the quiet becomes loud,
Echoes of things I never say.
The stillness pulls me under,
But no one can see the storm that brews,
It’s like I'm drowning in silence,
And no one knows the weight I’ve chosen to ignore.

Still waters, calm to the eyes,
But there's a current inside that I can't deny.
I try to keep it all locked away,
But the deeper it goes, the harder it stays.
Still waters, calm on the outside,
But I’m sinking quietly, nowhere to hide.

There are moments I wonder if anyone sees,
The heaviness I carry in the quiet,
If they could feel the pressure,
Would they understand why I stay so still?
I keep my thoughts tucked far beneath,
Wishing for a time when I could breathe without the weight.
But the water stays silent, and so do I,
Afraid to make a sound, afraid to ask for help.

Still waters, calm to the eyes,
But there's a current inside that I can't deny.
I try to keep it all locked away,
But the deeper it goes, the harder it stays.
Still waters, calm on the outside,
But I’m sinking quietly, nowhere to hide.

Still waters, never fully still,
I’ll keep pretending everything's fine.
But beneath it, I’m waiting for the tide,
The one that finally pulls me to the other side.

The Still Waters

The waves looked gentle from the shoreline,
Soft whispers calling me to stay.
They said, “Come closer, it’s safe here,”
But the calm was only painted that way.
The moment I stepped in, the truth hit—
Cold hands pulling at my knees.
The ocean promised it would hold me,
But it only knows how to seize.

I try to kick, try to rise,
But the surface keeps drifting higher.
And all the comfort I was promised
Was just the ocean—
A practiced liar.

The ocean lied, said it would heal me,
But it pulled me under quietly.
I’m sinking in waters that said they’d keep me safe,
But the truth is buried deep beneath the waves.
The ocean lied, said it would listen,
But it swallowed every word I tried to give it.
I’m reaching for the surface, reaching for light—
But the current keeps saying I’ll be alright.

The salt sits heavy on my eyelashes,
Like memories I can’t wash away.
The deeper I go, the colder it gets,
And the shoreline fades into gray.
I swear I heard it hum a promise,
“Sink a little more, you’ll feel less.”
But every inch I fall feels heavier,
Like I’m drowning in my own regrets.

I try to swim, try to speak,
But the water twists every sound.
It holds me close like comfort—
Only to drag me down.

The ocean lied, said it would heal me,
But it pulled me under quietly.
I’m sinking in waters that said they’d keep me safe,
But the truth is buried deep beneath the waves.
The ocean lied, said it would listen,
But it swallowed every word I tried to give it.
I’m reaching for the surface, reaching for light—
But the current keeps saying I’ll be alright.

Maybe I trusted too quickly,
Maybe I needed somewhere to fall.
But the sea doesn’t hold you gently—
It holds you
Until you lose it all.
And even as I fight my way upward,
The tide still whispers in my ear:
“Stay. Sink. Stay. Sink.”
Like it loves the taste of fear.

The ocean lied, said it would heal me,
But it pulled me under quietly.
I’m sinking in waters that said they’d keep me safe,
But the truth is buried deep beneath the waves.
The ocean lied, said it would listen,
But it swallowed every word I tried to give it.
I’m reaching for the surface, reaching for light—
But the current keeps saying I’ll be alright.

Maybe someday I’ll break the waterline,
Leave the lies and the tide behind.
But right now, I’m trapped in the blue—
And the ocean whispers like it’s true.

The Ocean Lied

You already know how this goes for me—
you’ve seen it a hundred times.
The second there’s more than two people talking,
my whole world fractures into overlapping lines.
Voices slam into each other,
mouths blur like a broken film reel,
and I’m standing there pretending,
hoping no one notices how little I can actually feel.

You know I can’t follow ten conversations at once.
Hell, I can barely catch one
when the lighting’s wrong
or someone decides to turn their head mid-sentence.
But still—
you drag me into the chaos like I’m built for it,
like I’m not held together by guesswork
and the hope that someone will slow down for thirty seconds.

And when I fall silent,
you look disappointed
like I ruined the night
by being exactly who I warned you I was.
Every time, I tell you the same truth—
I can’t compete with a crowd.
But you only hear it
when it’s too damn loud.

I can’t compete with a crowd,
so stop throwing me in one
and acting shocked when I drown.
I can’t hear your jokes,
your cues,
your cues,
your cues
that you toss like fireworks and expect me to catch.
And when I fall behind,
you act like it’s a personal mismatch.
I told you I don’t function like you,
so why pretend I do?
I can’t compete with a crowd—
and you know that, too.

Do you understand how humiliating it is
to stand in a room full of people
and not catch a single thread of what’s happening?
To watch their faces light up,
their voices climb,
their reactions sync like perfect choreography—
while I’m stuck trying to lipread six dancers
moving in every direction at once?

You force me into places
where I’m already defeated before I walk in the door.
You call it “fun,”
you call it “just a hangout,”
but to me it’s a battlefield
with no armor, no map,
and no way out but silence.

And when I freeze,
when I smile late,
when I nod at the wrong moment—
you give me that look.
That pity-flavored disappointment
you swear you don’t mean
but I feel like a bruise every time.

Stop getting mad at me
for failing tests I never signed up to take.
Stop putting me in crowds
and calling it “letting me be included.”
Inclusion without access
is just another way to isolate someone
in plain sight.

I can’t compete with a crowd,
so stop dragging me into the noise
and asking why I shut down.
I can’t juggle ten voices
all crashing into each other like storms—
and you know damn well
my world doesn’t work in that form.
So when I go quiet,
don’t act confused.
I told you already—
I can’t compete with a crowd.
I was never built for what you’re used to.

I’m not antisocial.
I’m not dramatic.
I’m deaf.
There’s a difference.
And every time you ignore it,
you turn me into the problem
instead of fixing the environment.

Stop expecting me to thrive
in places you wouldn’t last ten seconds
if you had to hear the world like I do.

I can’t hear chaos.
I can’t lipread ten faces.
I can’t track voices
flying like broken birds in a cage.
And I’m tired—
so tired—
of pretending I can.

I can’t compete with a crowd,
so stop forcing me to perform like I’m hearing.
Stop dragging me into rooms
where you know I’ll spend the whole time disappearing.
I can’t decode this noise,
this chaos, this blur—
and I’m done being punished
for what I can’t endure.
I told you who I am.
I told you what I need.
Stop throwing me in crowds—
and calling it “making me feel seen.”

If you wanted me included,
you would’ve listened.
But instead,
you handed me noise
and called it love.

Too Many Mouths

I spent years swallowing storms,
holding myself still so you could stay calm.
You talked over me, around me, through me—
never once to my face, never once with respect.

You treated my silence like weakness,
my patience like permission.
You pushed and pushed and pushed—
until the quiet girl cracked
and something feral rose up.

You built this fire.
Now watch it burn.

This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT—
no more quiet, no more polite.
You didn’t hear me when I spoke soft,
so now you get the scream you brushed off.
You wanted calm from the chaos you made—
but tonight I’m done being betrayed.
This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT—
you wanted silence…
now watch me defy it.

You rolled your eyes at “face me,”
acted annoyed at “repeat that,”
treated access like an inconvenience
I was supposed to apologize for.

You blamed me for the jokes YOU mumbled,
the words YOU swallowed,
the things YOU refused to say—
then wondered why I couldn’t keep up.
I held myself together for years—
but the girl you ignored
is gone for good.

You trained me to be quiet—
now deal with the noise.

This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT—
the fire you sparked finally goes violent.
You ignored my truth, dismissed my need,
and now you face the fury I buried to breathe.
You wanted someone who stayed small—
but pressure makes explosions
most of all.

FACE ME WHEN YOU SPEAK— DON’T YOU DARE TURN AWAY! 
I’VE SPENT MY WHOLE LIFE BREAKING MY BODY TO UNDERSTAND YOU, AND YOU STILL BLAME ME FOR THE WORDS YOU THROW AWAY! STOP. 
CALLING. ME. BROKEN! 
STOP MAKING MY SILENCE A CRIME YOU GET TO DEFINE! I’M NOT CONFUSED— 
YOU’RE JUST TOO LAZY TO TRY! 
YOU WANT A QUIET GIRL? 
YOU WANT A POLITE GIRL? 
YOU WANT A DEAF GIRL WHO TAKES YOUR SHIT— I’M. NOT. HER. ANYMORE. 
YOU HEAR ME? 
YOU HEAR ME NOW? 
GOOD. CHOKE ON THE SOUND YOU NEVER GAVE BACK! 
I LEARNED TO SURVIVE YOUR WORLD— NOW WATCH ME TEAR IT DOWN!

This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT—
the roar you created by refusing to hear it.
Every “never mind,” every sigh,
every moment you left me behind—
it all became fuel
for the fire I refuse to hide.

You wanted silence—
but I’m done being quiet.
This is my DEAF GIRL RIOT.

I didn’t break for no reason.
You forced the fault line open.
Now I rise from it—
louder than your doubt,
louder than your comfort,
louder than the world
that never listened.

You hear me now.
And I won’t stop.

DEAF GIRL RIOT

We were talking fine,
laughing fine,
everything smooth,
no walls, no signs.
Then my battery chirped—
that little warning chime,
and I said,
“Hold on a second, just need a minute of time.”

Your smile dropped like a stone in water,
eyes widened like I’d confessed a crime.
Funny how one sentence
turns you into someone I don’t recognize.

“Wait… you’re deaf?”
As if the whole time I’d been tricking you,
as if I hid some big reveal
designed to personally inconvenience you.

You were warm before,
now you’re cautious.
You were normal before,
now you’re conscious
of every word, every breath, every move—
like suddenly I’m something to improve.

I said “Hold on a second,”
not “Rewrite who I am.”
I needed a battery,
not your pity or your scam.
You switched up fast
like the truth unspun you—
Oh, now I’m deaf?
Funny how that suddenly changed you.
Hold on a second…
I didn’t change.
Your reaction did.

You start speaking slow,
like I’m fragile glass,
pausing between words
like minutes have to pass.
You turn your head to check
if I’m keeping pace,
but your awkwardness is louder
than anything I can replace.

Before the battery died,
you treated me fine.
Now you’re over-enunciating,
acting like I crossed some line.
It’s wild how your tone
went from relaxed to staged—
like one tiny truth
made the whole script change.

I told you nothing new,
nothing shocking, nothing wild—
but suddenly you’re handling me
like I’m some scared child.

I said “Hold on a second,”
not “Treat me like a case.”
I needed a moment,
not a whole new face.
You switched up quick,
like my silence offended you—
Oh, now I’m deaf?
Funny how that suddenly shook you.
Hold on a second…
I didn’t change.
Your comfort did.

You didn’t mind
when I heard enough to keep things smooth.
But the second I needed clarity?
You forgot how to move.
You forgot who I was.
You forgot we were fine.
All because I needed
one damn minute of time.

It’s not my job to ease your fear.
It’s not my job to disappear.
I’m still me—
battery in, battery out—
but you only see the silence,
not what I’m about.

I said “Hold on a second,”
not “Redefine me now.”
I didn’t ask for pity
or whatever this is somehow.
You switched up fast
for something that’s always been true—
Oh, now I’m deaf?
Welcome to the part you never knew.
Hold on a second…
If one battery scares you,
wait ‘til you learn
everything else I’ve been through.

I needed a pause.
You needed a warning.
Now I’m back…
but you’re not the same.

Hold On a Second (Oh… You’re Deaf?)

He touched the edges of my ruin
like a crown he meant to raise,
lifting every broken fragment
to a throne built from my blaze.
My halo gone, my wings undone—
yet in his gaze, I shone,
and every tremor in his voice
said heaven wasn’t home.

He whispered, “Say your name, beloved—
and watch creation lose its will.”
And when I breathed it softly,
even starlight learned to still.

Even angels kneel
when he says I’m divine.
They bow before the ruin
that he chose to call his shrine.
Even angels kneel
when he worships what they fear—
I rise from fallen ashes,
and heaven disappears.

He held my trembling darkness
like a relic he ordained,
and every sin I thought was shame
he crowned instead of chained.
He said my fall was prophecy,
my scars a sovereign seal—
and every time I breathed his name
the light began to kneel.

He murmured, “You’re my sovereign—
a truth the angels couldn’t bear.”
And with that sacred revelation,
I felt heaven split in prayer.

Even angels kneel
when he says I’m divine.
They bow before the ruin
that he chose to call his shrine.
Even angels kneel
when he worships what they fear—
I rise from fallen ashes,
and heaven disappears.

Let the halos hit the ground,
let their trumpets silence still;
I never needed their salvation
to command the way I will.

“Reign,” he breathed—
“and let the angels bow.”

Even angels kneel—
my name their quiet vow.
He raised the ruin of my wings
and crowned my fallen brow.
Even angels kneel
when he whispers I’m his own—
and in that sacred moment,
I ascend
to my throne.

Fallen,
yet divinely so—
even heaven
knows my name.

Angels Kneel

Your shadow touched my innocence,
soft as incense in the air,
turning every trembling heartbeat
into something like a prayer.
You lifted up my fading halo,
said it looked divine undone,
and whispered, “Let me ruin you—
I promise I’ll be gentle when I’m done.”

You said, “Taste this sin, angel—
it’s sweeter when you fall for me.”
And in your breath, I felt confession
turn into pure ecstasy.

So damn me beautifully—
wrap your darkness over me.
Turn my grace to blasphemy,
make devotion feel like need.
Oh, damn me beautifully—
let your touch become my creed.
If sin is how you worship me,
then I am yours eternally.

You kissed where heaven turned away,
soft as scripture losing form,
and every sigh you pulled from me
felt like a vow reborn.
Your hands rewrote my holiness,
your hunger set me free,
and every stolen breath I gave
felt like a sacred plea.

You murmured, “Fall again—
I bless the way you disobey.”
And in your arms, I understood
how sinners learn to pray.

So damn me beautifully—
wrap your darkness over me.
Turn my grace to blasphemy,
make devotion feel like need.
Oh, damn me beautifully—
let your touch become my creed.
If sin is how you worship me,
then I am yours eternally.

Baptize me in your hunger,
let your longing be my rite.
Break my name upon your tongue
and call it holy in the night.

“Breathe slow,” you said—
“I’ll make your ruin feel like grace.”

Damn me beautifully—
your darkness comforting.
Turn my trembling into scripture,
make my weakness holy.
Oh, damn me beautifully—
your sin and mine in harmony.
If this is how you worship me,
then let my fall be destiny.

I wasn’t made for heaven—
I was made
for you.

Damn Me Beautifully

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Second Choice

Self-Destruct Button

Edited for Approval

Sorry for Existing

If I Disappeared

Overthink Anthem

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Too Much / Not Enough

Left On Seen

Plastic Smile

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