If desires are a flame, then I am a wildfire.

Every man who ever thought he could “love” me just made it worse..

more reckless, more untouchable.

You can’t smother what was born to burn.

You can’t scare a woman carrying the rage of generations.

I’m mesmerizing. I’m terrifying.

I’ll laugh while I burn it all down and dance in the ashes.

Your hunger only feeds my freedom.

My need to run faster...

When the storm passed

and the dust began to fall like ash,

clarity settled where chaos had lived.

The storm didn’t come to break me—

it came to shift me.

To knock me down

so I could remember

how to rise.

I searched for you in the winds,

tumbled through the past—

the sweet,

the bitter,

the pieces I still carry.

And when the sky opened,

the sun did return.

This time, I met it with calm.

If the st...

Stick with the ones who don’t flinch when you show up messy.

The ones who don’t just hear your words, they feel them.

The ones who remember the things you don’t say out loud.

Hold tight to the people who brag about your heart when you’re not there to defend it,

and sit with you in the hard, quiet moments when there’s nothing left to fix.

You know the ones…

The ones who love you in ways that...

Silence isn’t a sound. It’s a feeling.

Fire and ice tearing through my veins,

burning, freezing, never settling.

It’s the weight of being misunderstood,

a language I never learned to translate.

Pain stays quiet so no one else has to hear it.

Silence steals the light from my eyes.

It sits in my chest, heavy as regret, sharp as a blade.

Forms a lump in my throat,

tight as a fist that refuses to unc...

I know a narcissist when I see one,

But that’s never been enough to make me walk away.

Hell hath no fury like an empath who believes love can mend what’s broken.

I’ve seen the damage, felt the voltage,

And still, I reach for the wires.

Maybe if your mother had stood up to your father,

You’d know love doesn’t have to be a battlefield.

If they couldn’t show you, maybe I can.

Maybe I was meant to be...

Did your heart flutter knowing I was watching you from across the room?

Or am I the only one whose pulse races at the thought of being admired?

I could feel your curiosity, mirroring mine.

Connections like ours aren’t meant for the real world—too fragile, too exposed.

Souls like this can’t survive the surface.

Saying it out loud would shatter the illusion, break the spell.

So we keep our secret, j...

**Hey you,**

It’s wild how we’ve been apart longer than we were ever together, yet I can still feel the way your hand fit in mine, riding around in your VW. I couldn’t believe my dad actually let me have a boyfriend—let alone one with a car. We had no clue what we were doing at 16, but we dove in anyway.

Slow rides with slow vibes provided by Kid Cudi, and your moms weed you prayed she wouldn’t...

Thank you for rubbing my back as I fell asleep at night.

I don’t think I ever told you how much that comforted me.

Thank you for making lunches and dropping the kids off.

Those slow mornings mean everything to me.

Thank you for giving me another son.

A reminder of everything we’ve built together.

Thank you for showing up for two boys you didn’t create.

The way you’ve ensured we never go without...

I didn’t have enough time with you to remember a single cherished moment shared between you and my dad.

You live on in the shimmering diamond earrings your only son gave to his only daughter.

In the delicate china plate I cradle close, as if it holds a piece of you.

In the fierce way I stand up for myself, the way you would have taught me.

Your daughters tell me how overjoyed you were to finally ...

January came, and I’m not sure why they call it a _new_ year. All my problems stayed the same. New year, same me.

February rolled in, dragging that damn rodent who decided if the misery would linger or if everything would finally melt away.

March brought a madness for more—a restless craving for warmth. This monotonous life is getting old.

April poured down reminders to be patient. To nurture y...