I am tired in ways sleep can’t touch, angry in places my chest can barely hold. December showed up with lights and laughter and I don’t even have the change to fake a smile. They say Christmas is magic but magic costs money, and all I’ve got are overdrafts and apologies wrapped in shame instead of paper. I stand in stores full of joy I can’t afford, aisles screaming buy love, buy warmth, buy enough, while my pockets echo back at me, hollow, mocking, loud. I feel like a failur

There is a sharpness in my heart, not a clean cut, but a jagged edge that twists when I breathe. It reminds me I am still here, even when I wish I wasn’t feeling so much. The hurt in my soul doesn’t scream it settles. It lives in the quiet moments, in the pauses between words, in the way my chest feels too heavy for a heart meant to love. I carry this pain like a shadow, always present, stretching longer in the dark. It seeps into my thoughts, etches itself into my ribs, carv

You chose silence like it was the cleanest way out, like erasing me required no explanation. But don’t mistake your quiet for maturity it’s cowardice dressed as calm. I showed up when it mattered. Not when it was easy. Not when it was flattering. I stood in the mess with you, hands steady, voice ready, while you learned how to disappear. And now I’m met with nothing. No reason. No warning. Just the hollow cruelty of being ignored by someone I never ignored. Do you know how vi

Two months ago, I wouldn’t have dared to speak a single truth about you not the hurt, not the disappointment, not the way you carved a hollow space inside my chest and left me to fill it alone. Back then, I protected you more than myself. I softened every blow, made excuses for the sharp edges you kept cutting me with. I held my tongue so tightly my silence became a bruise invisible to you, but aching every day to me. I wouldn’t have said how your absence felt like betrayal,

My heart beats like the sound of a drum steady, certain, echoing deep, a rhythm carved into my soul, a pulse that refuses to sleep. But some days the cadence falters, stumbling over old hurt and fear, skipping the notes it used to trust when your voice was still near. It pounds with a warrior’s thunder, then trembles with a fragile sway a song that wants to be fearless but breaks in the quietest way. Each heartbeat fights to stay even, to march in a smooth, steady line, yet

I carry so many mixed emotions they tangle like threads in my chest some whisper your name softly, some beg me to finally rest. There are thoughts of you that linger like echoes I can’t quite erase, moments that rise without warning, memories that still know your face. I miss you in ways I can’t measure, in ways I don’t speak out loud a quiet ache beneath my ribs, a longing wrapped in clouds. But somewhere beneath the heartache, beneath the wanting and the ache, I know lettin

Some days it feels like your heavens are leaning hard against my spine, like every cloud you ever carried chose to empty out on mine. It’s almost like you’re testing me pushing cracks into my ground, letting thunder find my heartbeat, letting lightning hunt me down. I walk through storms that weren’t my making, winds that howl just to be cruel, skies that darken at the whisper of the hope I try to fuel. If strength is built from breaking, then I must be forged in flame but te

I know a liar by the way their story shifts like sand how every truth they try to speak collapses in their hands. I know a liar by the flicker that betrays their careful eyes, the way their voice grows sweeter right before the next surprise. I know a liar by the rhythm their excuses always choose how every sentence wobbles like it’s balancing on truth they lose. I know a liar by the moment their mask begins to grooving because the surest sign they’re lying is simple: their li

There’s a thread between us, soft as dawn and strong as steel, woven through every heartbeat, every truth we’re brave enough to feel. From the moment I opened my eyes, your love was the world’s first light a gentle guide, a steady hand, a warmth that made the dark feel bright. We’ve grown in different directions, yet somehow never apart, for every mile between us still loops back to the heart. You are the echo in my laughter, the calm in my storms, the shelter when life shatt

Little wings that knew the air Better than we knew our own breath Wacko, you were a spark of life Too bright to ever truly fade. You filled the house with tiny songs, Soft chirps that stitched the quiet days Into something warm, something gentle, Something we didn’t know we’d miss this much. You perched like a heartbeat in the room, A small, brave soul in feathered form Always watching, always listening, Always reminding us that joy can be small and still feel big. And today