I have mastered the artof remaining composed,of holding back the floodthat rises behind my ribs. I’ve learned to stay poised,to speak without faltering,even when your smilepulls me closerto the edge of unraveling. Yet beneath the surface,there’s a tug,the weight of…

I tuck my heart into neat lines,carefully folding the edgesso it won’t spill over. It’s easier to keep them small,contained,like a letter never sent. Some days,I forget it’s even there.Other days,I unfold them just enoughto remember.

I let my love settleinto the cracks,where it won’t grow too wildor take up too much space. It stays in the corners,pressed flat,like pages of a bookI’ve read too many times. But when I see you,I feel it stirring,unfolding quietly,and…

I keep my hands busy,building walls with tasks,as if work can fill the spaceswhere love does not reach. Loneliness sits in the background,settling under the weightof words left unsaid,too heavy to lift,too familiar to set down. Still, I carry it,hiding…