The End
byYou are no longer my love story. I saw the doubt in your eyes one too many times. So much one sided compromise. And…
You are no longer my love story. I saw the doubt in your eyes one too many times. So much one sided compromise. And…
What if I am not enough? What if my words have run dry? What if I’ve lost my alebi? These excuses, I’ve held them…
Your wounds rubbing against mine. Past traumas seemingly forever entwined within me. I used to love collecting rocks when I was a kid….
Today. Is a moment, is a blip, is a spark, Is a slow burn, is a chain, is a reaction, is a thing to…