Tag: Writing
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If I Could Mend You
September 17, 2026 If I could find the pieces that still ache inside,The ones you keep protected, the ones you learned to hide,I’d gather every fragment with gentle, careful hands,Not making you heal faster, than your heart demands. I’d sit beside the places where old wounds left their mark,And bring a little candle to the…
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The Healing Power of Tears
There’s healing in the tears we cry,Though all they feel like is goodbye.They fall from places words can’t reach,A quiet truth the heart must teach. We hold so much behind our eyes,The broken dreams, the swallowed cries.The things we wished had turned out right,The grief we carry through the night. But tears were never meant…
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Still, she waits
September 15, 2026 She waits beside the clock’s unhurried hands,For life to soften all its stern demands.For timing to grow tender, stars align,For one clear moment whispering, Now is mine. She waits within the wings, just out of sight,While others take their places in the light.She watches love choose someone else instead,Then folds away the…
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One Left Alive
An ode to my favorite online game. The campfire died behind me when the darkness pulled me in,Another Trial, another night, another game to win.Four strangers dropped beneath the trees, no weapon in our hands,Just broken hooks and rusted steel and blood across these lands. I found a gen beneath the moon and worked beneath…
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To Deserve This
What did I do in some other lifeTo earn this kind of endless strife?Whose heart did I abandon thereTo wake up owing this despair? Did I once leave someone in the cold,Break every promise that I told?Did someone wait the way I do,Watching, waiting, starting new? Because surely pain this fucking deepMust be a debt…
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When Love Becomes a Verb
Love starts within the heart, a quiet, steady flame,A feeling without reason, before it has a name.It rises without warning, asks nothing to begin,A warmth that finds its resting place somewhere beneath the skin. Then love travels to the mind, where feelings learn to speak,Where thoughts return to someone through every passing week.It turns into…
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Waves
I’m living now from breath to breath,Through these hours that feel like death.I count the minutes as they crawl,And tell myself, survive them all. A wave comes crashing overhead,With everything I wish you’d said.It pulls me under, cold and deep,Through memories that I meant to keep. I fight my way toward open air,Still reaching out…
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Missing You
I miss you in the morning, when the world is barely bright,I miss you in the silence that settles in at night.I miss the way your presence made ordinary days feel new,And every little moment somehow led my thoughts to you. I miss the way you held me, the safety of your arms,The softness underneath…
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Where You Are
I wonder what you’re doing now,If peace has found your restless brow.If morning came a little kind,Or left too many thoughts behind. I wonder if you’ve slept enough,If days without me still feel tough.If you’ve been laughing, feeling free,Or had a moment missing me. I wonder if you’re eating well,If there’s a story you won’t…
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Stages of Grief
I. Denial She tells herself that he is near,That nothing truly changed out here.Perhaps he only needs some space,Then soon she’ll feel his warm embrace. She reads old footprints in the ground,And swears he’ll surely come around.This isn’t ending. Not like this.Not after each touch and kiss. The forest whispers what she knows,But still she…
