𝓗𝓸𝓸𝓭𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓮𝓭

I trimmed myself down just to fit into your world—thinking if I became “less,” you’d hold on “more.”I softened every sharp part, quieted every loud dream,turned myself into something easy to keep. I showed you everything—the bright parts, the bruised parts,the anger, the kindness, the whole map of who I was.I stood there open, waiting…

Forgive yourself—for the mornings you woke upand couldn’t bear the mirror,for the way you silenced your own voicebecause you thought others sounded wiser,for the nights you curled up small,convinced that love was somethinghanded out in rations,never a birthright. Forgive yourself—for the hunger you carriedbut never fed,the dreams you buriedbecause you thoughtyou weren’t worthy of chasing…

For twenty years, I carried him like a shadow that never left my skin,his brown eyes burning through parts of me that never learned how to rest. Then he came back,our paths crashing together like two storms,and I opened myself wide,shaking, hopeful, believing maybe this was finally where my dreams could land. But I was…

I saw you today—through a glass screen’s glare,Still sharp in the jaw, but silver in hair.Time kissed your face, but not with regret,You smiled like someone who’s learned to forget. Your arm now bears her scripted name,An inked confession, a quiet flame.And funnel earrings, loud and strange—You’ve shifted, morphed, a man estranged. You’re not the…

I don’t care about your golden cageor the numbers you brag about on your balance page.Your cars, your toys, your shiny parade,you really think love can be bought or played? Your gifts? Empty.Your gestures? A show.Everything about you just confirms what I already know,cold, calculated, always about you.Don’t talk about love. You don’t have a…

When you possess a gift, a genuine talent that flows from within, there’s an inherent drive to share it. It’s not about ego or seeking adoration, but about the profound belief that such gifts are meant to be used, to contribute, to uplift. You offer your unique perspective, your crafted skill, your insightful understanding, because…

There’s this ache in your chest that never shuts up. You want someone who just gets it, no explanations, no bullshit. They don’t need to know where you came from or why a little thing can wreck your day—they just get it. You’re on the floor, all tangled up in your own mess, and they…

The road behind was long, too long.  Every stone, every tree, a memory worn smooth.  Safe, yes, but also…empty.  My heart, a quiet room, filled only with echoes. A whisper came, a call from something new.  A world unseen, waiting.  One last journey.  Maybe the last journey. Is it courage?  Or just a tired soul,…

When I was young, I would always react to people who were showing me bad behavior. I would give them back the same vibes they gave me. I wasn’t the type of person to let others bully me. My mentality back then was that no one else would defend or stand up for me if…

Jealousy hit me every time you were with them.Not because I hated your friends—most of them were harmless, tiny fireflies flaring against the dark parts of my insecurity.But the space between us?That crackled.With silence. With things we didn’t say. With your laughter that somehow cut right through me. They lived in your inner circle, soaking…

I confess, I’ve spent years building walls of words,A fortress of reason, against every wordThat dared to challenge, to criticize, to wound.I’ve argued and debated, with passion profound,Convinced that my truth was the absolute right,Ignoring the whispers of doubt in the night.I craved validation, a desperate plea,To prove to the world that I was finally…