how

how is one meant to cry
if the tears refuse to fall?

how is one meant to smile
if the pain is too much?

how is one meant to push
if the burden is too heavy?

how is one meant to shine
if the rain doesn’t stop?

how is one meant to grow
if the room is too small?

how is one meant to love
if the heart is cracked?

how is one meant to speak
if the words remain silent?

how is one meant to wait
if the train is moving?

how is one meant to heal
if the wound is too deep?

how is one meant to continue
if the desire is gone?

🎂

the clock reaches twelve,
like it’s been waiting all year
to do this to me.

no candles,
no voices filled with song,
just the wind stinging my cheeks.

my birthday ends,
and nothing arrives with it.

the quiet invites itself in,
so heavy it knocks the air out of me,
louder than any wish i never said out loud.

a single tear slips free-
warm, unannounced,
as if my body understood before i did.

this is the moment
where hope stops pretending-
where endings are finished.

the past feels distant now,
names erased by time,
memories thinning like old photographs left in the sun

i don’t argue anymore-
i just listen
as the clock ticks.

and in that stillness,
i finally understand.

this was the sign-
the last one i needed.

🎆

another cycle complete,
highs that made me feel invincible,
lows that almost swallowed me whole.
chaos in between,
like the world had no idea what its plan was.

loved deeply,
cried harder than i thought possible,
smiled until it hurt,
laughed so much that i went silent.

screamed at the universe,
and then sat in its peace,
finding stillness in the spaces between the noise.

stood at that cliff and took in life,
every memory began to flood
as i closed my eyes and took a leap-
landed on my feet.

through it all,
still standing, still breathing,
and somehow,
i’m so damn happy.

this year was mine.
all the mess, all the beauty,
i made it through,
and i wouldn’t have it any other way.

📉

my heart will never beat the same,
stopping where your name used to live.
the air no longer fills my lungs,
it just sits-
thin, uncertain,
like it’s afraid to stay.

the sun still rises,
but it doesn’t warm me completely.
music still plays,
but every note falls off.

the world moves forward,
and i still follow,
half-awake, half-gone,
trying to remember
what it felt like
to be whole.

my time will come
where i can take off the layers
and feel the love
of the life that i deserve.

🐦

a cottage eases into the morning,
windows shining with gold.
the lake trying to rest,
sunlight whispering against its skin.

birds spread music,
dew clings to grass like glue,
coffee drifts warm through the air.

it feels unreal-
this world finally coming alive.

your hand in mine,
the horizon opens,
a quiet miracle spilling across the water
as it disappears to an alarm.

it’s time for the day to actually start,
and the dreams to stop.

rain doesn’t ruin.

some claim that rain ruins days-
washing away plans
as if they are not meant
to be rinsed sometimes.

as if the sky is not allowed to cry,
too full of emotion and struggle
to continue to shine and prosper.

one small puddle,
a forgotten umbrella,
or even just a rolled down window
and suddenly they hate it all.

but why view it with anger
and not beauty?
the dancing on rooftops,
flowing down hills,
shimmering in streetlights?

don’t hide from it-
embrace the joy from when
we were once young.
get soaked,
jump in those puddles,
celebrate the beauty of nature.

grab her hand and dance
in that empty parking lot,
laughing,
loving,
and remembering that this is
the beautiful world we live in.

make these moments worth it.

live without anger.

live with joy.

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