I watch the reels, their quiet grace, a boy who looks upon his love as though she threads the stars with lace. The words below, “I won,” they say and for a breath, I feel that day. For once, in time’s forgotten hue, a boy looked at me that way too. His eyes, a soft and sacred light, held me like mo...Read more

They called it love, but it was always an autopsy in disguise. I mistook their thirst for warmth, let them sip the soft from my soul until I became marrowless. Night folds me like parchment, its ink soaking through my pores, turning my skin into scripture I never consented to write. I am stitched...Read more

I miss you, even when I pretend I don’t. Every beat of my heart quietly says your name. I act like I’m fine, like it doesn’t hurt— But it does. Every day, it does. My friends ask, “What did he have that others don’t?” But it was never about looks or things. How could I love someone else, When I’m s...Read more

School , a place I curse beneath my breath, yet secretly cradle in my heart. It gifted me memories sharp enough to tear me apart, and soft enough to make me smile through tears. The hallways hum with laughter, hands intertwined, promises exchanged in glances, while I stand — a lone shadow among sun...Read more

I love someone who loves me deeply, someone who holds me with care, but every time his hands brush against mine, every time his eyes shine with affection, I don't see him — I see you. I see your eyes, the way they once looked into mine, your smile that I can never seem to forget, and in that moment,...Read more

Morning coffee in hand, soft music in the background, I walk through the noise of the world, unaware—or perhaps unbothered—by the backbiters whispering their hate behind my back, because now I’ve learned to love myself the way no one else ever did. I’ve changed, in ways that my younger self might n...Read more

A part of me no longer dreams of flowers perhaps because I’ve wished for them in silence too many times. I’ve undressed not just my body, but my soul, baring myself in dim-lit rooms, hoping morning would bring petals and love. I laid myself beside promises that never came, traded softness for warm...Read more

In the morning, I stand quietly, glowing in the soft light, my leaves swaying gently as laughter fills the air— everyone smiles at me like I’m something special. They call me beautiful, strong, peaceful— just a tree, yet somehow I matter when the sun is kind. But as the sky turns orange and slip...Read more

Some tears don’t fall—they transform into quiet poems. They speak in whispers when my voice disappears. This ache of desperation feels unfamiliar—like a shadow I never dared to name. I sip coffee like a ritual—rich, bitter, constant. My anger doesn’t erupt, it settles into pages of the journal I’ve...Read more

Why is it wrong when a girl has fun, Goes on dates, laughs in the sun? They point and whisper, call her names, But when a boy does it, there’s no shame. She is blamed for things they praise in men, Over and over, again and again. She’s told to hide, to feel regret, For choices boys make without a...Read more

I miss you in the quiet wreckage of my heart, when sorrow curls its fingers around my ribs, when the night feels too wide, too hollow, and I whisper your name like a prayer to the wind. You were the shield between me and the storm, the hands that steadied my trembling world. But I fumbled—I lost yo...Read more

You won me like a prize, something to be displayed, your hands unwrapping me with quiet arrogance, as if my skin was stitched just for your touch. I felt something— not desire, not warmth, but something hollow, something I couldn’t name. I unraveled in the air, my thoughts drifting like dust in the...Read more

I wake up in the morning, and it doesn’t feel the same as before. I know I’ve changed—maybe too much, maybe just enough. I cut off the people I once loved, not because I wanted to, but because I had to. They were the same ones who hurt me the most, the ones who made me question my worth. Now, I walk...Read more