My Writing

A Future Unseen

My vision of the future was

…never this.

I never dreamed of quiet rooms,

of the faces I’d miss,

or of the nights so heavy

that I collapse into the abyss.

I pictured something brighter,

something that I would not resist,

like the love of another,

and a reason why I exist.

I knew - no, I thought

the years ahead ...

What I Lack

I’ve had pieces of my heart stolen

And never got them back.

So I’ve learned to live without,

And got used to what I lack.

I don’t know when love became

Something I learned to fear,

Or why the ones who want me close

Are the ones I won’t let near.

Some days I think I’m hard to love,

Most days it feels too real...

What’s the Worst They Can Say?

Everyone tells you to

“Take the chance, make a move.

‘No’ is the worst they can say.”

But no is simple.

No is clean.

It ends the sentence.

It doesn’t echo in your head at 3am.

Worse things are said

in drawn-out sighs,

or in the silence of a look that says,

“You’re not worth the weight of my words.”

Worse can b...

I Love Love

I love the way love quiets the noise.

I love the peace of knowing they’re near.

I love the little moments that mean everything

and how love makes the world disappear.

I hate how love turns against you.

I hate how comfort grows teeth in the dark.

I hate how someone who feels like home

can leave a crack righ...

Something Has Changed

Something has changed,

but you haven’t said a word.

It’s hidden in the silence,

of the things that go unheard.

I see it with your distance,

in the way you turn away,

I’ve felt our talks grow shorter,

with the things you’ve yet to say.

I see you out there smiling,

laughing like you always do.

But I've known yo...

Listen Here:

Back To Me Again is about losing touch with who you are, who you were, and chasing the moments where you feel complete and like yourself again. Essentially, these lyrics are a story of finding the way back to loving yourself again.

Lyrics:

I’m waking up but I don’t feel awake

I’m going thro...

Behind The Smile

He laughs where the crowd can see,

Plays the part he’s meant to be.

The world believes the mask he wears,

Blind to the weight on unseen cares.

The drive is quiet, the music low,

A place where shadows freely grow.

Tears spill softly; unseen, unheard.

His heart speaks truths without a word.

Home at last...

I Am An Overthinker

I am an overthinker.

I read between the lines and listen to pauses,

Then wonder if they were ever really there at all.

I notice the shift in tone,

A glance that lingers too long,

And I carry it further than I should.

I question my questions,

Rewind conversations,

And always wish I’d say something else.

I pic...

Onward

Life doesn’t wait.

It runs, full-force,

a river with no dam;

an hourglass, stuck to the table,

sand falling whether you’re ready or not.

There’s no going back to yesterday,

no matter how much we hope or pray;

no rewinding to the words that were almost uttered,

or to the chances that were almost taken.

The su...

Seeping Through The Cracks

I overshare.

It’s what happens when you’ve been lonely for too long,

And unheard even longer.

Nights are heavy and silent.

I carry my own stories to bed.

The weight piles up in my chest,

Pressure building,

Waiting for the smallest crack to escape.

Then with friends, in lighter air,

The dam gives way.

Everythi...