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

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