Creux

Creux 6d

my multo

my multo isn't an ex—
no familiar voice nor steps.
she stood kind-eyed and distant
the woman i wished to become
but simply can't.

she peeks in mirrors i avoid;
in notebooks i never filled;
in choices i couldn't make
when the world felt too heavy
and i was too tired to lift it.

my multo isn't an ex—
it's the ghost of a life i never lived.

sabay sa uso alexa play multo by cup of joe

Creux Apr 9

nobody has to know

i lied.
I'm not okay yet.
i stay awake to not wake up with puffy eyes,
wear mascara and curl my lashes
to cover it all and look alright.
"you look better today."
thanks. the weather's nice.
tomorrow, that is.

Creux Mar 31

midnights

...and when the world is quiet enough to breathe,
I'd have you, the dark, and something close to peace.

Creux Mar 29

lay me down

lay me down where the earth is kind
where the roots curl soft around my bones

lay me down on a bed of quiet waves
where the tide carries without question
and from the shore, it scrubs my name

lay me down beneath a sky too tall
where the stars do not blink, do not watch
where the night is endless, and i am small,
where nothing reaches for me anymore.

lay me down to sleep, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

take it as u will

Creux Mar 22

I'm sorry

for the way i shrink inside myself
like i wasn't meant to take up space;
that even though you held me tight
i still slip through the cracks in my mind.

i wish i could rest without dreaming,
sleep without waking,
and erase myself so gently
that no one would notice.

but you would—
and that's the only thing keeping me here.

i wished to never be, to not exist;
no weight to bear, no love to miss.
but down the line i wished for more—
that if i fade, you'd shed no tears.

so,

𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Creux Mar 14

home

when the night feels heavy,
and the dawn seems far,
let not your heart be troubled.

when the silence screams,
and the weight pulls you down,
let not your heart be troubled.

...but if you must weep,
let it be like rain — then let it be gone.

until the night feels lighter,
and the dawn stands near,
let not your heart be troubled —

soon, you'll be home, dear.

i want to go home

Creux Mar 2

i wish to disappear

not lost, not missed—just gone
a name that never lingers on the lips
forgotten in merely a split second

no trace in dust, no lingering scent—
just a hollow where I used to stand
a silence where my name once spelt

not just unseen but unwritten
not just gone—

𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯.

pwede na bang umakyat jan Lord