My Hand
My hand was held so I wouldn't be lost. But somewhere in the holding, something else got lost. The grip got too tight, started to hurt “You are imagining it”...
I’m tired
I'm tired I'm tired of explaining every thought i speak I'm tired of proving under these bones i breathe So tired of clarifying with every blink just so I'm seen...
Rooms
Rooms where I struggled to breathe are quieter now Temperature’s a bit colder But lighting is better somehow Here outside, the air is heavier But at least finally mine No...
Sacrificial Love
They say pure love is sacrificial. It is when you put them before you, above you. You compromise. You soften. You shrink. You dim. You give without expectations. You think...
I am Feelingless
Am I feelingless? 'Cause that’s what they say— when I only listen, don’t react, just carry on with my day. When my words don’t feel warm enough, but distant… even...