u/Simp-Lee

Okay,
I admit it—
when I saw her
I almost drowned in lust.

Damn, I liked the bubbles.

Love came naturally,
like breathing—
unquestioned,
instinct.

She had a heart of gold:
resilient,
nurturing.

My North Star.

The loss of a tiny angel
bound my soul to hers.
I learned to bleed ink for her.
Devotion became offering,
absence Inspiration.

My love language.
was never
empty promises.

She looked at me and said,
"I break men like you."

So I promised forever
and asked for nothing in return—
a love pact
my body still remembers.

She didn't break me.
She showed me
where I was already cracking.

I kept calling it love.
Because it hurt
in all the right places.

Im Nobody.
-dont over think the name
you'll figure it out, Love.

Better known as heaven's
favorite problem.
A maddening pain in the backside.
The thorn in heaven's underpants.

They act like Im dead-
When Im right here.

If raindrops are really the host's tears.
Thunder is surely their laughter
And since both
happen so often for me.

I can't help but wonder
if the forecast
has always been my fault.

Niatruc-
Now watch heaven's undeniable disruption dance.

When this interruption arrives-
Clouds remember my name
and misbehave.

Miracles file noise complaints.
From my simply breathing.

Silence gets nervous.
—knowing I have an answer.

And heaven—
the overworked observer—
Forced to rewrite the forecast to include
“unexpected deviation.”

Still, I walk barefoot and grinning,
because even chaos has a new favorite mistake.