Poetry

I want to say things to you

inkycapnip

15 Aug 2025 — 1 min read

I want to hold you in my arms and tell you it will all be okay. And if it's not, then I will hold you through the storm and make it okay. And if I can't, then I will help you make it okay. And if you cant, then I will hold your hand through whatever destruction may come your way, so you are not alone when you shatter. And if you do shatter, I would risk cutting these hands so that we might pick up the pieces together, reassemble, and paint the cracks left behind with glimmering gold.

Treat others the way you want to be treated

Is this the reason why my feelings bubble up?
Is this the reason why I cannot keep my mouth shut?
Is it wrong of me to cave to a desire to erupt?
I'm not sure.
Sea glass washed up on my shore,
I cannot divine the meaning.
So I take up screaming,
painting colors of shame
over an endless void.
Sometimes the void screams back.
It fades to black so fast,
I wonder if I just hallucinated all of that.

Hi.

I don't know if you're real. I don't know if you're out there. I don't know if I should be directing this letter at myself. I don't know if these words could ever be about anyone else. There&

Who are you?

Are you the girl who tenderly whispered that you would like to live by my side? Are you the maniac who tossed your head back laughing as sadness filled my eyes? Are you the woman whose radiant locks shone golden in the setting sun? Are you the boy who smiled

How it started vs How it's going

The start: 2025/04/22 Freedom Safety Connection Everything else may be transient I'm still in a phase of development Uncomfortable out of my element That probably means it's working Pleasure need not stay lurking The now: 2025/09/16

I used to feel ashamed of this picture.

People would look at me with pity, but their kindness was nowhere to be seen. I turned from empty platitudes, seeking shelter through a screen. I stopped getting cat called at least, those same men now recoiled. I stopped hearing about how my beauty made me obnoxiously spoiled. Feeling unworthy

Treat others the way you want to be treated

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Hi.

Who are you?

How it started vs How it's going

I used to feel ashamed of this picture.