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 →
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.
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.
Zenith IRLs 