I tell myself not to hope—but I do.Every time. Each silence stretches longerthan the one before,like it’s learning how to hurt better. I build …
If You Don’t Come
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No one sees youbefore open,slouched on a crate in the stockroom,sipping burnt coffee like it’s a ritualto summon the will. The store wakes with a hum…
Back of House -
I used to know who I was.I think. Before I bent myself into somethingyou might actually want.Before I started checking your moodbefore I spoke mine. …
I Made Myself Small -
“You look tired,” I say. You smirk.“Cool. Thanks.” “I mean it more like… you seem worn out.” “Same thing,” you mutter. “But sure.” I wait a beat. “…
Check-In -
I’d fuck you upwithout even blinking.Not out of hate.Just habit. I’d lie smooth,kiss sharp,and leave you wondering what the hell happenedwhile I move…
Don’t Bet on Me -
She doesn’t brush them—what’s the point?They’re not here to behave.They coil like they’re pissed off,like every strand rememberswho tried to break …
No Apology in the Curl -
It’s not the walk,though yeah, there’s a strut—like your hips know somethingthe rest of us don’t. It’s not the size.(Though let’s be honest,you’re …
Quiet Flex -
They walk like they own the goddamn planet.Not just confidence—cocky, oozing it,like it’s leaking out their poreswith the cologne and creative. Tight…
Polished Like a Bullet -
He lieslike breathing—in,out,easy. You catch him,and he laughs in your face.“You’re so emotional.”“You twist everything.”He looks you dead in the …
Gift-Wrapped Gasoline -
I walked out with my chest hollowed,like you carved something out mid-sentenceand left me standing in the mess. No yelling.No slammed doors.Just that…
Aftermath of a Quiet War
Whispers In Verse 