tonight, i want to write my saddest lines,but i will quell the tides of this stormthat stirs the peace and quiet of my heart.this typhoon now has a name—a name i have seen many moons ago,but i purposely kept my blindfold on,not to be blinded, but to keepthe tears from falling like rain. tonight, i... Continue Reading →
I walk the edge of comfort and despair,grateful for your voice that still finds mine,a fragile thread that says you still care—yet never enough to cross the line. Your laughter warms me, a fleeting sun,but I wonder what I am beneath your gaze.A secret kept, a door half-shut, undone,a ghost you visit in your quiet... Continue Reading →
I watch you laughing, lit in gold,with faces I will never meet;their stories wrap around you, bold,while mine lies folded, bittersweet. I’ve known far more than I let show—the quiet truths between your lines;half-shaded words you let me know,and all the rest you left behind. It stings, but not in ways that last;I bite my... Continue Reading →
And dawn was his, eternal, bright— a boy who rose from endless night. Through myth and shadow, loss and strife, he learned the song that remakes his life.
He walks the quiet corridors of thought,a boy still haunted by a ghost of fire.The rooms are empty, yet filled with planshe once had laid like bricks of desire—a life with him, a home of laughter,a map of tomorrows traced by their hands. He lingers in doorways no one opens,listens for footsteps that will not... Continue Reading →
And when your name drifts through my mind, I’ll send a prayer the world is kind; more kind to you than we could be, when love was tangled between you and me.
Some days I convince myself I’ve moved on. That I’m healing. And in some ways, I am. But then there are nights when it all comes rushing back—the ache, the silence, the empty space where you used to be. And I realize I’m still reaching out in the dark, hoping to find you there.
I walk through rooms that do not know my name,where silence echoes louder than my breath.Each step, a ghost’s; half-here, half-lost in shame,unseen beneath the weight of nearing death.I’ve smiled in ways that mimic those who heal,while bleeding out behind my quiet eyes.No scream escapes; they’d only call it “real”if blood could form its truth... Continue Reading →
if you find yourself in these lines, know it’s not to pull you close. I wrote them so I’d remember the gentlest parts of you where feeling rose.
Always. Again. Through every test— In every version, you are my yes.
Everlost 