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.
So here I am, my soul laid bare. If staying’s a war—I’ll wage it fair. You’re not a chapter I outgrew. I don’t want another love. I only want you.
Still— my love for you was never pretend. It lived in me, from start to end. We faltered, yes, in moments dark, but even these ruin can't erase the spark.
So sleep, sweet Gizmo, in fields of endless grace, knowing I’ll love your kin as you loved me. For in their eyes, I’ll find your patient trace, a whisper that keeps us steady, wild, and free.
So here I stand in paths you've shown, to seek new stars and guard my own— but know that when dawn lies fort and dim, I may still write of you again.
In every pause, in every break, between the strides I’m bound to take, I feel the echo of your song, a warmth that holds when nights feel long.
I’ll hold the hours, the space, the quiet, through dawns and dusks, this steady riot of days that pass, of stars that rise— each whispering their soft goodbyes.
Zenith IRLs 