War
“Not all battles raise their voice.”
Make Up to Break Up
We break up to make up,
not to heal —
but to delay the ending
we already know is coming.
“Sometimes intimacy isn’t reconciliation — it’s delay.”
We break up
to make up
after we just broke up.
I hold her.
All she does is cry and cum
becomes undone
while I stroke her.
It’s not the sex.
It’s the release of pain.
She says,
I love you so much.
Then I come back
and stay.
We’d sleep days away,
stay up late.
That’s when the problems disappear
and all the cheer in your heart fades.
Because I’m leaving today.
We just made back up
to start back at one.
It’s over.
No Return Address
We all revisit old pain from time to time. This reflection is about learning when memory becomes a place you no longer live—choosing movement, optimism, and forward motion over emotional time travel.
“Healing isn’t forgetting.
It’s choosing not to go back.”
We all time-travel back to the pain
once in a while.
I used to live there.
Visited often.
Stayed too long.
Now I live my life.
I travel.
I exercise.
I smile.
I laugh at myself.
I choose optimism on purpose.
So going back there—
that’s no longer an option.
You Don’t Really Know
What you think you know is shaped by where you stand.
Truth changes when you step back.
Sweating in my sleep,
fighting demons.
My past keeps catching up to me.
All I feel is scratches and heat—
they grabbing at my feet.
Then I wake up soaked,
to the point
I gotta take a shower
and change my clothes.
You don’t really know.