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The nights feel heavier than my chest,

I lie awake, no peace, no rest.

The urges whisper, soft but loud,

a shadow’s weight I can’t push out.



I used to bleed to let it out,

to quiet pain, to silence doubt.

But love grew stronger than my scars,

you lit the dark, my brightest star.



Even in darkness, my dogs still stay,

two sparks of light along the way.

Their steady eyes, their beating hearts,

remind me hope comes in small parts.



But you—

you are the light that clears my skies,

the reason I lift my tired eyes.

Your hand in mine, your steady flame,

makes me believe things will stay this way.



Yes, I still ache, the sadness near,

but love burns brighter than my fear.

Through shattered nights and all that hurts,

I live because

our flame still bursts.
-Snuffys

There was a girl who grew outside the walls, like a plant forgotten in the shade, stretching towards her goals, but they just kept seeming to fade.

Friendship was the tree she thought would stay, its roots sunk deep in years of soil, she sat with it everyday.

But the sky grew dark, and the thunder spoke, then the branch she leaned on split and broke.

Years of memories fell alongside rain, leaving nothing but splinters, and inflicted pain,

She picked up the pieces with shaking hands, but they slipped through her fingers like broken strands.

The garden stands quiet well she wanders the paths with a heavy mind, searching for comfort she cannot find.

But at her feet her dogs tread, big sad eyes watching where her sorrows have led, all because the storm inside never clears,

The soil still watered by quiet tears. but through the weight she carries, at least she knows this much:

his love is real, his hand is her touch.

The garden is dark, the silence is deep, but some roots in her tree refuse to sleep.
- snuffys

the years were branches bending low, yet I climbed them without care. I thought blossoms always grew and the youth would forever be there.

But the seasons changed and petals fell too soon. Now I stand on the edge of a colder moon than I knew.

seventeen feels uneasy now, when theres petals slipping free. "don't look back" but the branches are cracking and those childhood roots still hold me,

I wish I'd wandered in the sun, laughed louder, dreamed more. I wish I hadn't rushed to grow, I kept my bloom inside.

and so eighteen arrives, a season unknown tells me, I must grow stronger, become someone, and stand independent all alone.

In secret I ache to stay a blossom in the breeze, to trade the burden of "adult years" for more time underneath, my blossom tree.

I stand alone not yet fully grown scared for petals to fall, but also scared to bloom under these blue skies I've once known.

I let the golden hours pass, I killed my own bright dreams, and now the clock is ticking down as that deaded number waits for me.

But when nature demands I bloom and eighteen claims it's due, I'll stand under my blossom tree and whisper,

I never wanted to.
- snuffys