cold coffee

i saw you through the glass walls of the coffee shop, your smile lighting up the entire room. i heaved a sigh as i mustered every ounce of confidence i had to cannonball into this uncharted waters. i lifted my phone, screen off, and used it as a mirror while i practiced my smile. i... Continue Reading →

wanderlust/postcard

i am a traveller, and you are my map.i lay you on the table as my eyes gazeupon the wondrous beauty of your body—every curve, every mark, every spot.the places i have been to i mark with an Xusing my lips and my tongue.my fingers trace the outline of the placesi am yet to enter... Continue Reading →

In the Café on 7th Street

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 →

A Tender Tale the Cards Foresaw

So let them dance while dawn is near, a fleeting joy, a truth sincere. For though the ending waits, austere, their hearts still beat, if just this year. A tender tale the cards foresaw: a love he might cherish, yet withdraw from awe.

In the Light of Us: A Reply

I’ll match your pace, not rush or race, let time weave bonds in this sacred space. For every step, I’ll hold your hand, until you’re sure where we will stand. If love’s a risk, then let it be a journey shared by you and me. And when you’re ready, hearts aligned, we’ll write our stars, our fates intertwined.

In the Light of You: An Ode

So let the world around us spin, with storms without, with calm within. I’ll choose you now, and every day, for love’s a choice, and here I’ll stay. For what is love, if not a vow to honor both the then and now? With you, I’ll leap, no fear to fall— you’re worth the risk, you’re worth it all.

If You Find Me Waiting: A Reply

So I’m learning to be still, to let the moments flow, To wait with open hands, and let my patience grow. If love means giving room to breathe, to face your private night, Then I’ll be here, a steady flame, until you find the light.

If You’re Waiting: An Ode

I’m tangled up in thoughts, my mind a crowded place,with weights of work and whispers, a maze I can't erase.The walls I've built around me, high and close and tight,are closing in, and I keep searching for a way back to the light. I felt it when you told me, the honesty you shared—how you... Continue Reading →

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