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 ...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 m...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 ...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 m...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 affect...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 whisperin...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...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 somet...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—lik...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 sh...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 y...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 f...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 l...Read more