Your hand inches closer,Just a whisper away,And I can feel the heat rising,Like a storm,Brewing between us. We don’t touch—But god, how we want …

Hands We Can’t Have

You’re sitting on the couch,head tilted back, eyes closed,hands loosely at your sides.The room smells faintly of old coffeeand the rain outside.It’s …

Just Here

We’re sitting too close,but not close enough,each of us shifting,pretending not to noticehow the space between usfeels too wide and too small at the …

Hesitant Steps

It’s not the love that hurts.It’s knowing you gave it,showed up,kept showing up—and they never did. Have you ever watched someone you loveclap for a …

Applause for Them, Silence for Me

I’ll hold the door,say thank you,ask if you made it home safe—but don’t mistake that for softness. I’ll listen,nod at your problems,give advice you …

Kind, Cold, and Unbothered

I’m a placeyou can’t visit without leaving a part of yourself behind.A room that doesn’t fiteveryone’s idea of comfort. I’m not made for the oneswho …

Not for Everyone

I used to sit under the willow,legs stretched out in the grass,fingers tracing the rough bark,waiting for something to change—but nothing ever did. …

The Weight of Stillness

The trees are packed in tight,their trunks rough and dark.The ground’s soggy in spots,leaves squish underfoot. It smells like pine and wet earth,and …

Walking Through Quiet

The coffee sits half-drunk,cold now,and the screen glows with tasks—things I’ve forgotten,things I’m avoiding. My mind never stops moving,like a …

Chasing Quiet

I asked the universe for flowers,hoping for color, for calm,for something to hold onto. It gave me rain instead.Not what I expected,but somehow it …

Between the Ask and the Answer