The Quiet Way I Loved—and Lost
There’s a question I’ve been sitting with for a while now: Did I love wrong? It’s not something I say out loud. Not to friends, not to myself when the lights are off and it’s just me and the ceiling.…
Love Doesn’t Leave Enough
It’s just me now. Me and this silence I didn’t ask for, but here it is anyway. I’ve been thinking about how everything used to feel so easy—how we’d just talk, say whatever came to mind, no effort, no hesitation.…
The Uncertainty That Follows
Sometimes, the hardest thing isn’t the goodbye—it’s everything that comes after. The silence. The things left unsaid. The space that used to be filled with laughter or quiet moments now echoes with questions. What happened? Why did it stop? Where…
Old Receipts
What am I supposed to dowith these thoughts of you?They stack up like old receipts,faded,yet I can’t bring myselfto throw them away. I tuck them into corners,forget about them for a while,until they spill out again,crinkled memoriesof things that were…
Subtext
I conceal my heartin gestures that mean lessthan they should—a glance, a half-smile,words that never reveal too much. You’ll never knowthe full weight of what I hide,for I’ve learned to wrap itin layers of space,to cloak it in distance. It’s…
Anchor
I grip my feelings tightly,fingers clenched around the edges,as if letting gowould unravel somethingI can’t take back. It’s safer like this—to keep them bound,to hold them stillso I don’t fall too far. But sometimes,late at night,I loosen my graspjust enoughto…
Interlude
I keep my love muted,a hum beneath the noiseof day-to-day life. It doesn’t demand attentionor make itself known,but it’s always there,buzzing through my mind,like a song stuck on repeat. I wonder if you hear it, too—the muted way I carry…
Flux
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…
Origami
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.
Nest
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…