I lost interest, In things that used to be best, In falling in love, I have no more time for that, All damn day and night....Read more

I have wandered through nights that seemed endless, even when dawn arrived, carrying a burden in my heart as if it had taken up permanent residence—like the darkness recognized me better than I recognized myself. I have been the quiet that follows bad news, the trembling hands that go unnoticed, th...Read more

I lay here. Tortured by silence. The quiet that made caffeine like kryptonite to me. Feelings that eat me alive every night. Just to no escape. Cuz to me you're home. The oxygen that I wish to comprehend to breathe. Cuz the agony of no one understands me kills me the same. Pain and pleasure sweetnes...Read more

A glass of natural Spring that feels like Summer to be drank in Winter; a gift from the old gods of the mountains, when we were whole and pure, traveling by foot along the breadth of everything. Incredients: - St. Augustine Water - Fresh tobacco - Juniper berries - Rose petals - Fresh ginger ...Read more

Point blank. It's fact that you are the only constant canvas my subconscious gets oblivious to. If heaven is slowly cradling thickness. In dreams you the high I wanna be obliged to. Only queen I would subjected fully knowing willing or non willing doesn't exist when it simply comes to you. Running i...Read more

She said I shouldn't love another, and I believed her. Now I sit here every night, not moving on. I don't date, I don't flirt, I don't even look at anyone new. Her words still sit in my head like a rule I can't break. Friends tell me it's been long enough, that I should try again. I nod, say maybe...Read more

Tossing and turning has become a bittersweet habit these days. Midnights where she All I see. These sultry yet calming whispers belong to me. Touch of heaven that slowly playfully flirtatiously claims and wouldn't let go. Ideal of words from her lipstick only just poetry to me. To know this ache run...Read more

A heartbeat in my chest—constant, persistent, genuine. It whispers: remain. Even when the night casts its shadows over your identity, even when uncertainty weighs heavily on your back as if it has taken up residence there— you remain. This beat isn’t loud. It doesn’t scream over the turmoil. It ...Read more

Will I ever see the turn again This highway is long enough I am tired of seeing advertisements boards Outside promise, inside false. Rolling on this highway I see the Sun rises like a hero Also I see it goes down like a fallen angel At night moon rules But then at dawn it is also defeated That m...Read more

Afar. She doesn't know I'm slowly decoding her emotions. Her face. These irresistible details that I found beautiful but didn't say. My silence was my bittersweet demise. My slow fever every night. To know love suffocates me yet becomes me. Only with her. Those river blue deep eyes that I wish oh Go...Read more

As the Sun and the Moon, We are far apart. When I visit dreamland, You leave as I arrive. When you text today, I receive it tomorrow. You are Day, I am Night. When I am experiencing the hotness of summer, You are struck by the coldness of winter. Yet, as the Sun and the Moon meet on the day of ...Read more

Beauty is karma as a canvas that lay beside me. Heaven to the aching softness that I never get to feel. But see it daily. Friend or just lovesick escape? Every time and every almost night. Midnight becomes a friend just to make you more vivid to me. And this song disassociate is at exactly how I fee...Read more

They mentioned that storms eventually pass. However, no one explains how long the night can feel when your ribs resemble shattered scaffolding and your thoughts resonate like vacant structures. I’ve worn failure as if it were a second skin—stitched with ‘almost,’ fastened with ‘not yet,’ dragging ...Read more

Sleep but I want you instead. Just this slow aching fever. I guess I'm a raven in the rain. Wringing wet. Her depths are like candy. Curves. The ride so delirious I forgot how much falling for you make me forget. Nightmares I don't want. Memories I ache so much. Just to forget. I want you as the con...Read more

Listen—this isn’t a beautiful tale. This is about bruised knuckles against closed doors, this is about nights so lengthy they forget the sensation of morning. This is you—standing amidst the ruins of what you envisioned your life to be, clutching fragments that no longer fit. Yes, it hurts. Ye...Read more