Poems

Wish Me Luck In the bruised hush before sunrise, where last night’s dreams bleed dry,I step out raw, feet numb to the cold, head held just above the tide–Every footfall a question, every breath dragged through hope and pride,Balancing on the edge where longing and regret still collide.The sky peels back slow, stars scattered like […]

Where You Left Me I stand at the edge of your side of the bed, sunlight caught in the dust,The world’s gone colorless, washed in grays and smudged trust.Your hand, once so urgent and certain in mine, lies cold beneath the sheets,The last of your warmth retreating, leaving nothing but the ghost of shared heartbeats.Our

Whispers in the Night There once was a love that glowed like glass–perfect only in its potential,But fear, patient as rot, drew a line straight through the center,Splitting hope into fragments, promises into weapons we now wield in the dark.We whispered secrets at night–soft, desperate,Hoping our confessions might create a new truth,But dawn always arrived

Whispers of the Night In the blackest pit of midnight when the city holds its breath,Moonlight claws at windowpanes, stripping dreams down to bone and myth,Every hour hangs heavier, too swollen to break,While silent corridors cradle the secret wars of the sleepless–Shadows lengthen and twitch along peeling wallpaper,Whispers burrow beneath beds, skitter along the crown

Waking to the Hurt I wake to the hurt–the raw, familiar ache–It’s quieter now, not the screaming of fists or threats,But the dull, persistent throb of memory.The world falls apart, then keeps moving,And all I’m left with is this pain–A bruise that never leaves, a song that won’t stop playing.I buried love long ago,Covered it

Touch of the Grave Your touch is winter, tomb-cold and hungry–It isn’t romance, it’s the slow seduction of rot, the beautiful curse I begged for in the dark.Every embrace is a contract signed with longing and fear,Your hands don’t comfort, they claim–icy, absolute, the aftertaste of every old sin.Love with you is not hope but

Video Game Love You’re the high score blinking at the top of the leaderboard,A bright heart pulsing between digital dreams and laggy connections,We level up by sending memes at midnight,Grind side quests in each other’s chat windows, save points scattered across the week–Real life is outside, but in here, you’re the pixelated princess, I’m the

The Passive-Aggressive Waltz This is the dance we do, a ballet of petty revenge and unspoken slights,You leave the dishes stacked high in the sink, a silent dare,I cook dinner for one, pretending you don’t exist,We move through the house in circles, never colliding, always in step,Every sigh, every glance, every slammed cabinet a silent

To the Empty Spaces To the empty spaces where warmth once lingered,I send these words from the cavern of absence,A heart carved hollow by loss that refuses to fade.First, Father vanished–left a wound no time could stitch,And now, Mother follows, the house folding in on itself,Echoes multiplying in the dust where footsteps used to live.What

Too Far Gone There’s a numbness that grows like moss in my bones,Years of letting go and never holding on–It started slow, a missing spark, a skipped heartbeat,A skipped meal, a skipped call,Until I could no longer tell the difference between being alone and being gone.I can’t feel the weight of what we tried to