Why Do I Not Like you? why do I not like youis it your hairtoo coiled too straight too soft too shortor your eyestoo sharp too knowingor they just see too much Why do I not like you? is it the way you dresstoo loud too careful too effortlessor because you are not alternative enoughtoo…
At The Mercy of Your Absence
At the Mercy of your Absence you entered my mindand planted yourself fierceclaiming every hidden cornerlike a virus refusing cureyou grew there fast and invasivetouching nerves i didn’t know were exposedsending small shocks through my bodyuntil my thoughts began to orbit around you thinking of closeness where words would only interruptof your eyes on minebreath…
Raised Among Goodbyes
Raised Among Goodbyes i grew up on the sound of closing earthon weekends measured not by rest but by burialdeath became a regular guest who never waited to be invitedit learned my namesat beside meate from my table by the time I was still learning how to be a childit had already taken my parentsthen…
Scent After Dawn
Scent After Dawn i love yousensual beingall rough edges softened by the way you breathestrong outsidetender where it matters your body fit minelike a secret i already knewbreasts resting against my palmsso perfect is a puzzle piece my hands been waiting a lifetime your hairwarm wildcarrying a scent that lingeredlike a spell i didn’t ask…
The Next Chapter
The Next Chapter for a long timei mistook being chosen for belongingi entered love the way one enters a warm roomgrateful for the shelterasking no questions about the walls if they loved mei stayedif they were good peoplei softened my own wantstold myself love would arrive laterdesire could be learnedattachment would growlike ivy if i…
Pain
Pain another daywhere tears do not ask for permissionthey run down cheeksrest on neckssink into chestslike they belong there what did we doto deserve this kind of endurance life sounds unfriendly it has no warmth in its voiceit speaks in questions only what’s the pointwhat’s the point of a lifethat feels like constant torture this…
The Journey Begins
Thanks for joining me! Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton My passion for writing began early, in the quiet pages of my journals. It was a love shaped in part by my father’s career as a journalist at the BBC, where stories were not just told, but lived…
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