Vulnerable AF
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Dedicated to the boy with the deepest mud puddles I have ever stepped in
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I wanted to be in love. I fantasized and romanticized it more than I should have.
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But when it was nighttime, and it was just him and me, he was different. He was mine.
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When you finally learn the right way to play with fire You will burn the bridge that constantly brought you back to him
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Certain pictures will make you remember, But remember, memories Only show our favorite scenes
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You will stop drowning when you realize you can breathe through your tears You will then understand that you are a survivor in every sense of the word And you will no longer need a guide to tell you what you already know
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If you were a color You would be an earth tone If you were skin You would have no other choice but to be black If you were a poem You would be long and drawn out, sort of like the ones in these pages If you were a book You would be an interesting read with a fucked-up ending If you grew out of the earth You would be a tall moss tree that gets angry when kids grow up and don’t hang on you anymore If you were a song You would surprisingly be a capella Why? You would prefer to be alone If you were a test You would be an essay on a subject no one has ever heard about
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I used to call you Sun And I, your Moon We gave each other such important names So early in the day Maybe I can see why you turned eclipse
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I didn’t call you Sun with the intent for such a responsibility I called you Sun because when I saw you . . . I shined
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Puzzle Piece I hate the piece of me that wanted the missing part of you
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You let me see exactly what I didn’t want from anyone— An imbalance of truth, no matter what form it’s in
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For some reason, I always think it’s better if I walk away from the messes I make, even though when I come back things are exactly as I left them.
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Super glue. Tape. Broke. Broken. Fix it. Fix him. Appreciate him. Love him. Show him. Teach him. Tell him. Forgive him. Repeat. Write. Write for him. Sing. Sing for him. See if he loves you now. Does he love you yet? Repeat. Fuck, broke again, repeat. Glue. Gorilla glue. Wrench, screwdriver. Fix him. Hearing aid—what?—damn. This sucks. He sucks. You suck. Naked. Love him. Vulnerable. Hate him. Heal him. Hug him. Mop. Wash. Clean. Wear again. Forgive. Affection. Forget. Kiss him. Repeat. Hate him. Recite. Broke again. Stare at him. Stare at each other. Cry. Start again. Lock eyes. Find the key. ...more
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Now forgive yourself for pretending to be a Band-Aid and heal yourself.
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If you were not so afraid of the monsters in the closet You would see that they’re just clothes in there— Clothes that you have worn and outgrown
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I had no need to wonder how it felt to have a Sun who was embarrassed by its sky
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I am waiting patiently for the well you built inside of me to dry up That way When you are thirsty I will have nothing to offer you but a dry hole
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One day You will have to teach me the art of overlooking the Sun
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You write people in your life with pencil You make sure they are easy to erase