They heard my poems and imagined her — someone with gentle hands, a name that sounded like petals. They thought love in my voice must belong to a girl, because I wrote it tender, because I wrote it true. I never told them otherwise. How could I explain that it was you — your laugh caught in my li...Read more

that night was never planned, just a sudden yes, not one of our usual ones. church first, then a concert— simple things that somehow turned into a memory that refuses to leave quietly. before the unexpected, there was you and me, sending reels back and forth, talking the way we always do. you sen...Read more

I held the page with quiet dread, Its marks replaying in my head. I gave the hours, I gave the night, Yet still I stumble from the fight. No voice condemns, no blame is near, Yet I’m the judge I always fear. I crave their smiles, their shining eyes, A proof my effort justifies. But where I broke, ...Read more

There’s a place I’ve been dreaming of, where no one keeps the score, where peace comes in the silence and we’re not asked for more. Where even our quiet progress is noticed and held dear, and the weight we've long been carrying grows lighter, year by year. I’ll remind you when you falter— it’s oka...Read more

So I was wondering— what does it feel like to be the reason someone paints, writes, dreams, aches? Is it a blessing to live in their art, or a curse to be adored only in fragments? Do they ever look at the muse and see her whole— not just the shadow she casts across their canvas? Do they pursue h...Read more

And suddenly, night folds itself around me, a silence so sharp it cuts through my chest. I do not wish for another tomorrow— its promise feels like a burden I can’t hold. I wonder— is this loneliness, or a storm of moods I cannot name? Even my reflection won’t speak, my thoughts sink into shadows I...Read more