Poetry

"You'll be safe with me."
A beautiful promise,
but promises are light.
Watch how they treat others,
how they carry disappointment,
how they speak when they're not trying to impress.
Time reveals
what charm tries to hide.
Believe it only when their ACTIONS agree

They say fiction isn't real, but how do I explain to them that I've felt more alive in imaginary worlds than I ever did in reality

Walk gently in the lives of others not all wounds are visible

Reality is too heavy for people, so they rent illusions and call it happiness.

"When I Stopped Being the First"

I stopped being the first to take a step.
I stopped being the first to start a conversation.
I stopped being the first to make a move.

I didn't stop because I was hurt.
I stopped because I no longer had the strength to keep trying.

Now, I simply wait.
Quietly watching,
wondering who will one day
be the owner of my heart.

A man who bend steel, but hold me gently...❤️✨️

The Gift of Love

Give me your heart,
I’ll whisper pretty words to it,
Wrap a bow around the cage you keep it in,
Protected by bones of hate and stubbornness,
Tend to it with love and care,
Surround it with my own softness,
Guard it with my life.

I’ll watch with bated breath,
As the poison seeps out of it,
And hold onto hope,
As it’s shrivelled, blackened form,
Is renewed with life,
My own blood pumped into it,
Weakening me in the process.

I’ll loosen the knot,
That suspends the cage in midair,
Little by little,
Until it unravels,
Learning your secrets,
As you bare your soul,
And fall, fall, fall.
For me.

And the door will open,
You’ll be ready to receive,
The gift of a good heart,
Our love intertwining,
More securely than the knot,
That held you hostage.

But will you protect my heart,
Like I did yours?
Will you show care,
If I fall short?
Will you speak kind words,
That nurture my soul?
Will you fill my cup,
As I filled yours?
Will you return the love,
I breathed into you?

‘ I’m a damaged soul. I need healing too.
I attract damaged souls, whom I give my healing to. ‘

How can my heart feel broken
when I’m the one pulling away?
How can my mind stay open
when jealousy floods my ways
every day?

I thought I was better than this,
wiser, stronger… but hey,
I guess you made everything
that made me me
melt away.

And then there’s what’s left of me,
undone from all that I am
naked,
and afraid.

Too scared to commit,
too scared to stay.
Too scared of the pain
that I know awaits.

Because once I start falling,
there’s no other way.
My heart dives deep,
and there’s no more escape,
just a thousand shards
scattered in the wake.

I tell myself, “Be free.”
“Let love just be.”
But freedom feels hollow
when you’re not with me.

And yet,
here I am today
half open,
half closed,
half whole,
half frayed.

Longing for touch,
Craving for grace,
afraid to be seen,
but starving for your face.

And though I ache,
I will be free.
For love like this
still lives in me