POETRY

Right now

How are you feeling right now? Right now , I feel the sting of being overlooked. Growing up, my dad wasn’t really there for me, while others around him were. That’s left a mark — one I still feel in relationships today. Sometimes, it’s frustrating, sometimes it hurts, but it also reminds me: I’ve learned… Continue reading Right now

To Feel Is to Be Free

They walk with stone faces,barely breathing through their own skin,wearing numb like a name tag“Hello, I’m fine,”when fine is just another word for hiding. They sip silencelike it quenches something,but thirst still clings to their ribs.They scroll, swipe, smile through glass,pretending emptiness is elegance. But I—I want to feel. Let it wreck me.Let it rush… Continue reading To Feel Is to Be Free

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Journal Entry: May 20, 2025

Is this enough? I don’t even know why I’m still asking. But here I am, wondering if this, whatever this is—is enough for me. I’m tired. Tired of waiting around for something that feels like it’s always just out of reach. Tired of feeling like I’m the only one trying to hold on while he’s… Continue reading Journal Entry: May 20, 2025

“He won’t, and I can’t.”

I can’t make him love me.he won’t.and i can’t. i can’t begwithout ripping something out of myself.every time i hope,it hurts.every time i try to be “enough,”i lose a piece of me. i can’t keep showing upto be ignored.can’t keep softening my voicejust to make space for his silence. i’ve cried in roomshe never even… Continue reading “He won’t, and I can’t.”

Almost

By chevvi I miss you like we had something,like I held a title I never wore.Like your silence was a languageI kept trying to translateinto love. We were never “together,”but I showed up like I was.Softened my voice,waited on texts,folded parts of myself smalljust to fit the space you offered—and even that felt like homefor… Continue reading Almost

Shattered silence

All I have is my pen and my paper,When the words won’t come, and silence screams,I turn to the page, where I can breathe,Where thoughts spill out like shattered dreams. My mouth is tight, my voice feels small,But in the ink, I can steal it all—The clutter, the noise, the endless fight,Bouncing words like shadows… Continue reading Shattered silence

09.16.24

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life. A Lesson I Wish I Had Learned Earlier in Life Looking back, the one lesson I wish I’d learned much sooner in life—or rather, that my parents should have instilled in me—was the burden of constantly “wearing a mask.” For years, I found interacting… Continue reading 09.16.24