Tonight, the stars remember your name.They blink like guilty witnessesto a love that once carved its constellationacross our skin. I stand beneath their trembling light,thinking how the moon still tracesthe same slow arc it didthe night you said you were leaving—and how I’d still cross that silver tidejust to meet you halfway again. If the... Continue Reading →
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 →
The apartment was too quiet. I never thought silence could feel so loud. The place I live in now still carries the faint scent of him—burnt coffee, cologne too sweet for my liking, the way his shirts clung to the back of a chair he never pushed in. It’s been years since we ended, yet... 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.
It comes and goes, this leaving you:like tides that kiss then pull away,a rhythm old, yet always new,that shapes the shore but cannot stay. Some days, the sea lies soft and clear,its breath a lull, its gaze at rest;I almost think you’ve disappearedfrom all the harbors in my chest. But moons still rise, and with... Continue Reading →
Beneath the hush of hollow skies, I drift,a phantom stitched from all I should have kept.The stars above—once lanterns, now they shiftto stones that weigh me deeper in regret.Their light, once kind, now watches with disdain,while silence folds me in its endless reign. I carved this wreck from hands once meant to shield,let fall the... Continue Reading →
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 →
I ruined cooking—the sizzle of garlic in oil stabs like a memory.You'd peek in, sweetly grinning,telling me, "That smells awesome, Love."Now the kitchen echoeswith pots too quiet,a silence that burns worse than the flame.I ruined laundry—each tumble of shirts a cruel cycle,your scent once clinging like a vownow clings like a ghost.We dreamed aloud by... Continue Reading →
Everlost 