You are my best friend — but that word feels too small for what you are to me. You are the owner of my soul, because your soul and mine were never two to begin with — they were threads woven from the same eternal cloth. And when you pull away, even for a moment, I unravel. I tell myself, “You’re b...Read more

I fall like lightning — quick, bright, and loud, a spark that finds a heart in crowded rooms. I name their laugh a home before the sound has even learned the shape of my last truth. I stitch a life from glances, thread by thread, map bedrooms, winters, the small steady rituals— and kneel in secret ...Read more

They took my soul in bits and crumbs, While I gave fire, stars, and drums. I laid my heart out, bold and bare, But they just touched it here and there. They whispered love when no one saw, But hid their hands in public's law. A ghost of us behind closed doors, But silence echoed in the stores. I g...Read more

They see my curves before they see my years, a body carved in shadows, far ahead of time. I speak with weight, with thought, with fire, yet my heart still carries the ache of fifteen. Older eyes cling to me like vines, their whispers clothed in hunger, not care— I tell them I am young, I tell them ...Read more