His eyes are my favorite color not a color, really, but a gathering. Every shade drifts there in soft dots, whispering into one another, until they b...Read more

•Because we might keep them and then what excuse would remain. •Because discipline looks suspiciously like self respect. •Because resting without perm...Read more

Soft dusk holds its breath, Moonlight stitches silver depth, Night sings, nothing left. #kurhyme

The devil couldn't reach me, so he whispered your name into the wind, hoping it would unsettle my quiet heart. But instead of fear, it brought a fli...Read more

It grows without permission this love, pushing through rib and bone like roots cracking stone. Some days, it feels holy, a quiet bloom in the dark. O...Read more

I can’t sleep at night your memory rises like a tide and carries me with it. Your beauty never settles; it moves in me, slow and certain, like a trut...Read more

I zoned out at the shower drain, its whirlpool tracing the storm you carry. Yet your soul runs clear, letting slip all that doesn’t belong. Gentle ed...Read more

I want a love that mirrors me, not a glance, not a fragment, but the same fire, the same surrender. I pour myself without pause, but my heart longs ...Read more

I was never unloved, only unheard in rooms where my roots pressed against indifferent walls. Still I bloomed, lifting my heart toward unfamiliar skie...Read more

He’s like glittering alcohol to me, not the drink, but the feeling after; that warm blur of courage and chaos, the world tilting just enough to glow. ...Read more

Between lilies, your name begins to bloom, soft syllables trembling in morning dew. Roses lean toward your breath, their thorns surrender in silence. ...Read more

I forget things keys on tables, words mid-breath, dreams that fade with dawn’s first sigh. But never you. You are written in the quiet between heart...Read more

The mirror whispers lies, my dear, its silver tongue too sharp, too clear. It tells you shape, it tells you shade, but never speaks of what you’ve mad...Read more

You stand before me and the air itself forgets to move. Every breath I take seems borrowed from your silence. Your nearness bends the world time slow...Read more

a candle that burns through its own wax, a name carved into the moonlight, a thirst that drinks itself dry. It is love’s shadow, longer, darker, stil...Read more

Their eyes so divine, the world was never meant to hold them. Not carved by time, nor born of light, but whispered into being by something the heavens...Read more