mt. fuji
when you're honest... but they aren't.
I was too honest, and so I told you how I felt. You were too scared and so you ran Where I couldn’t reach.. Your Instagram post caption was the one to let me know that you had run to Japan. Mt. Fuji: good for pics and leaving the world behind It made me wonder What was the world you so badly wanted to leave? Was it me? I turned the thought in my head, flipping it like a pancake. was I your world? What a lovely way to twist an ugly truth: you would rather stand beside an active volcano than respond to my honesty with your own. So I was too honest, and you were too scared, and we were both lost.
There’s such raw emotion in this poem. Even the attempt at a positive reframe is dripping with tears.
There’s a quiet sadness in this poem that feels incredibly real, like someone replaying a moment they wish hadn’t hurt so much.
I love how the honesty is shown so plainly just saying what you feel and watching the other person disappear.
Finding out through an Instagram caption hits hard; it’s such a modern, almost careless way to leave someone behind.
Mt. Fuji becomes this symbol of escape, beauty, and distance all at once.
You can feel the speaker turning the thought over and over, wondering if they were the thing being run from.
The “pancake flip” line is so human that’s exactly how overthinking sounds in your own head.
What stings most is the idea that someone would rather fly across the world than answer with the same honesty they were given.
The volcano metaphor is sharp and painful, a reminder of how far people will go to avoid vulnerability.
The poem captures that imbalance perfectly: one person brave enough to speak, the other too scared to stay.
By the end, “lost” feels like the only word that fits not dramatic, just true.