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🧳

i tucked my life into a suitcase,
shirts still holding the shape of my hangers,
memories tucked between zippers.

the floor creaked like it knew,
but no one else did.

no note.
no goodbye.
just the soft click of the door
closing behind me,
like a breath held too long.

the morning was gray,
grass still full of dew,
and the silence
finally had a chance to speak.

the car started up,
a slow cry as if
it was pleading for me to stay-
to at least tell them my thoughts.

goodbye would have hurt too much-
made me second guess
and likely stay.

the road is smooth,
humming as the adventure begins.

epilogue

the windows stay shut,
but the breeze still finds its way in-
an unwanted whisper through the cracks
no one bothers to seal.

the branches claw at the roof,
like Death attempting to
take the last breath
i never wanted to keep.

some mornings,
the mirror forgets to show me
at all-
reminding me how
empty i am.

and the storm clouds-
they keep lowering themselves,
inch by inch,
like they’re trying
to carry me quietly
away.

maybe i should let them.

i think i will.

those three words

no singular language is enough-
enough to describe
my passion,
my desire,
my need.

to most,
three words suffice.
to me, however,
there are endless ways
to show my thoughts.

in Irish, they say “A chuisle mo chroí”-
the pulse to my heart.

in Italian, they say “Sei il mio tesoro”-
you are my treasure.

in Spanish, they say “Mi corazón es tuyo”-
my heart is yours.

in French, they say “Tu es tout ce que j’ai toujours voulu”-
you are everything i’ve ever wanted.

to me,
you are so much more.
you are the brightest star
in the vast galaxy above,
the single flame that lights up my world
more than the sun ever could,
the sunflower that takes my hand
and guides me towards the light.

in your eyes,
no map could ever save me
as i lose my thoughts outside of one dream-
𝑌𝑜𝑢.

no one phrase will ever be fitting
for what you deserve to hear,
but i will never stop speaking them.

i̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶

💓

death whispered once,
too close, too cold,
its shadow brushing my skin,
and for a moment,
i thought i might disappear.

but something pulled me back-
a heartbeat, a voice,
the raw truth
that i wasn’t ready to let go.

i’m scared of death,
scared of its silence.
but you’re stuck with me now.
even when the tears come,
i’ve decided to stay.
living, even broken,
is a fight i plan to win.

storm

the wind knocks like it hates me-
persistent, bitter,
pulling at the seams of the house
and the thoughts i’ve tried to bury.

rain taps the windows,
too gentle for the anger in the sky,
but steady,
like it is waiting for me to come undone.

shadows stretch longer
with each crack of thunder,
and for a while,
i mistake the shaking for my own.

but somewhere near dawn,
the storm begins to breathe softer-
as if it’s tired too,
and the quiet that follows
feels like an apology.

🌹

beneath the gray weight of days,
a soft light flickers-
not bold, not demanding,
just enough to catch my breath.

it came in the form of a laugh,
a question asked with care,
the way they held space
like it was meant for me all along.

there was no grand moment,
only the quiet warmth
of someone kind enough
to make the world seem less heavy.

and for the first time in too long,
i smiled without needing a reason,
as if their sweetness
had found its way into my chest,
reminding me how to be soft again.

maybe it’s time.

maybe it’s time to let go,
to let the weight slip from my shoulders
and let the wind carry me somewhere softer.

i’ve known joy-
real, radiant moments of laughter,
warmth that filled the cracks,
even if just for a while.
i held those moments close,
and i hope they felt it too.

i’ll miss them-
the smiles, the voices, the love
that stitched me together
when i thought i’d unravel.
and maybe they’ll miss me too,
but i think they’ll understand
that i tried.

i did my best.
are you proud?
i hope so,
because i gave everything i had
to a world that never stopped spinning,
even when i stood still.

and now,
i think it’s time.