Hemingway

I do not usually go to bars and pubs nor do I drink beer, but tonight was different. I was drenched in tears and heartache. My chest could have exploded from the pain if only it could. I decided to entertain myself and get myself some beer before I head home. I dropped by at... Continue Reading →

Waiting for the Rain

I braved the aisle of the unfamiliar grocery store. It wasn’t here when I left five years ago, and it’s all too strange for me. It is an understatement to say that this place is no longer the same. What used to be a small convenience store is now a bar, with people overflowing. I... Continue Reading →

your bad habits

i was your bad habits . . . the things you knew you shouldn't have been doing and yet you have done them anyway. i was the sleepless nights you've had— tiring, demanding, regretful, yet indulging. i was those episodes of binge eating— impulsive, consuming, unreasonable, yet satisfying. i was the lies you told your... Continue Reading →

The Cold Blade’s Lullaby

Did I not will the dark to take me whole, and carve escape with trembling, broken hands? The crimson thread, I drew it from my soul: a vow etched deep where no one understands. They spoke of rest, of light beyond the pain, of sacred arms to catch a falling breath— yet silence met me,... Continue Reading →

Abyss of the Guilty Star

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 →

An Open Letter to the One I Still Miss

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.

A Few More Nights

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 →

The Things I Ruined

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 →

Eons Adrift

I watched you fade like the last light of a star,a dimming hope I couldn’t dare to name;I reached for you, not from afar,but from a breath away . . . and still, I let you wane.We stood at the edge of a second dawn,where love returned like a tide not yet too late,but I,... Continue Reading →

The Home We Won’t Share

So here I stay, a traveler lost in thought, homesick for a love that slipped away. I know I can’t return to what I sought, but in my heart, that house will always stay.

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