xopurrincess

[xopurrincess]

"HE"

a/n: hihi! I was so nervous to post this, like actually. but I hope you, reader will enjoy this poem of mine :D (I know some don't rhyme, it is on purpose. To show how confused and messy it is!!)

TW: bad writing lmao

he calls me baby

like it’s a promise,

like it’s enough to build a future from.

pretty girl,

when i’m quiet.

love,

when he wants me soft.

honey,

when i start to pull away.

and sometimes—

when the air is tired and his walls are low—

i love you.

slips out like a secret

he wants to believe himself.

but when i ask,

what are we?

he dodges like it’s a bullet,

like defining us would kill the magic.

as if this isn’t already a kind of slow dying—

loving someone who wraps me in sugar

but won’t say my name out loud

when it matters.

because no one else knows about me.

not really.

I live in his DMs,

in late-night calls,

in the quiet corners of his life

that he doesn’t have to explain.

he gives me pet names

like they’re currency,

hoping i’ll trade in my expectations

for affection.

and some nights,

I almost do.

but I'm not baby.

I'm not love.

I'm not pretty girl

in a poem he wants to keep.

I am the woman

who is tired

of being spoken to like she’s treasured

but treated

like a placeholder.