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nicole 2d
5-4-25

every turn a double take
every glance a mistake

the club has many faces
but yours is the one
I hope to see
nicole 2d
5-12-25

perfect angel until she does something wrong
shining star until it burns for too long

everyone loves her
yet no one sees her


a suffocated feather
locked in a cage
linked by chains
with so much rage
nicole 2d
6-12-25

I look for you in the scroll of my story viewers
I look for you at the Mediterranean spot we once went to
I look for you at our local movie theater
I look for you when I find myself in the city
I look for you when an opportunity comes my way
I look for you when I hear your name out loud
I look for you when I smell coffee
I look for you in August when we first met

I look for you
I look for you

But do you do the same for me?
  2d nicole
jules
there‘s a room in my head
where I put all the things
I can‘t say to anyone.

it’s cluttered.
broken chairs,
half-drunk bottles,
notes scrawled on napkins
with words
I was too afraid to mean.

people tell you
to let it go,
but what they don’t tell you is -
the heaviest stuff
floats right back.
nicole May 14
5-13-25

perfect angel until she does something wrong
shining star until it burns for too long

everyone loves her
yet no one sees her

a suffocated feather
locked in a cage
linked by chains
with so much rage
  May 6 nicole
ghost girl
did you know
i dreamed of you
almost every night?

dreamed of chasing you,
begging you,
an almost pathetic longing

for years and years
until i finally
fell out of love with you.

i still dream of you
once in awhile,

but it's not me
giving chase anymore,

it's you.
and i'm always running out of places to hide
  May 6 nicole
Amanda
BPD
I want to believe in steady things,
but even my own reflection changes
when I look too long.
Are you here?
Do you love me?
Will you stay?
I ask without asking,
watching for the answer
in the way your hands move,
the way your breath hesitates before a word.

I know I feel too much,
ask too much,
but the silence between us is louder
than anything I could say.
So I fill it.
With words, with fear, with love—
all spilling over,
all too much,
all at once.

And still, I wonder, if it’s enough.
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