I have all this love
And nowhere to put it
It's rotting inside me
Soft,warm
Unspent.

I reach out in dreams
But wake up alone
His name buried in my throat
Like a secret
I was not allowed to say.

He didn't stay
But the love did
And now it grows wild
Inside a heart
With no one left
To give it to.

You know
In the hush between words
In the way a name
Feels lighter or heavier
On the tongue.

You know when it's love
Not by the flowers they bring
Bt by how they stay
When the pedals fall.

You know who's yours
And who's only passing
Through the hollow
Of your hope .

You know who holds you
With clean hands
And who touches you
With doubt.

You know who to trust
By the silence
That doesn't sting.

You know  who to choose
By how your soul softens
When they speak.

You always know
Before the goodbye
Before the first lie
Before the ache .

Even when you pretend
You don't
You do.

Because when it's real,
You never have to ask
Bt when it's not,
No answer ever fits


You know
You've always known.

I'm no longer fighting to be enough.
No longer shrinking to fit small spaces,
Twisting my truth to earn a place.
Iam walking
Towards what already knows Iam light
Toward love that doesn't demand my silence,
Toward peace that doesn't ask me to bleed.

I don't write when iam happy
Joy makes me dance,not think
It fills my hands with flowers
Not pens.

But sadness?
She sits me down,
Open my chest,
And spills the ink.

They said,"If it's meant to be ..."
And I believed it ,not as a promise,
Bt as quiet understanding:
That love cannot be chased,
And fate is not a thing you beg for.

So I stopped waiting.
I became the rescue,
The solace,
The steady.

And if it's meant to be,
Let if find me whole ,
Not waiting,
Bt living.

He closes eyes,so wise ,so bright
Ignoring facts that shine like light
Why learn and grow?That's way too hard
Better to stay forever barred.

He builds his walls with pride and grace,
A shining king of empty space.
Oh,what a gift,he freely admits
He's trapped inside the tragedy of limits.

It was never luck
It was written
With purpose
With love
And with unstoppable grace.

They say it's nothing
Just a cold
Bt why do I feel
Like the world
Is sitting on my chest.

I try to rest
Bt the night presses too close
And my back aches
Like it's holding a sorrow
It doesn't understand.

It's just cold
Bt it hurts
In ways I can't explain.

Even freedom aches at the end of the day,
It's wings grow tired,no more to sway.

It needs to rest ,It needs to sleep.
A gentle pause,a quiet keep.

Through the storms it flies,through the sky so wide,
Bt even freedom must slow it's stride.

In love and hope,in pain's deep sea,
There is rest ,there is peace,for even the free.

My heart sings with hope again
Not because life is perfect,
Bt because God's love covers me,
Fighting battles I could not win alone.

He pours blessing into my days,
Surrounds me with hearts that care
And in their love,I see His face,
A constant grace I now wear.

Sometimes I feel less of myself
A flicker dimmed,a quiet doubt.
Bt love gathers my scattered pieces,
Whispers gently,You are enough.

It strengthens me in the silence,
Reminds me that Iam chosen still
That even on trembling days,
He is working,holding ,loving me untill...

So here is to the love that lifts me
Devine ,unshaken,ever true,
And to the souls who walk beside me,
Proof that iam special,seen and new.

Iam a happy soul,a grateful heart,
Carried by mercy,kissed by light.
Iam blessed beyond the storm,
And in his love ,I rise each night.

I just wish
One morning
I'd wake up to his trembling voice
Saying
It was all a lie,
I've loved you all along.

Bt I don't know
If that day will ever come.

Still
I hope
Still
I pray
Still
My heart
Keeps yearning.

They left,
The world moved,
And silence sat beside me
Not as a punishment,
Bt as a reminder:
I am all I need.

No farewell,no funeral
Just a love that died
Without dying
And a girl still dressed on mourning
For a man who never came.

I'd tell you I wanted to be the love of your life
I'd whisper it softly, hoping you might feel it too
Maybe you would laugh
Bt I'd bite my lips and try hard not to cry.

Bt I never told you
And maybe I  never will
Because some truths are too tender to offer
To hands that never asked to hold them.

You are my ruin
And still,I beg
To be broken again
By your touch.

So I wait ,
Like ruins do
Quiet
Bleeding
Beautiful
Still hoping
You'll come back
And break me again.

Never try to understand everything,
Some things are stars,
Meant only to be watched
From the safety of wonder.

Some silences are whole poems,
Too fragile to carry with words
Some people are seosons
You don't ask them to stay,
You only learn to bloom
After they have gone.

There are moments folded in shadows,
Where time forgets to ask for reason
And in that quiet,
We find the space to breathe
Without the weight of knowing.

And so I let the questions rest,
Like leaves released to the wind
Knowing some truths
Are meant to live quietly,
Beyond the reach of my grasp.

When the world turned it's face from mine ,she did not.
In quiet rooms where hope grew thin,she planted light.

Not with words,
bt with worn -out hands
That laboured past their breaking
To gather pieces of me
That I even had left behind.

She stood
Not loud ,but firm,
Whispering my name to God
When no one else remembered it.
She lit candles in her heart
And called that hope.

I saw her meets floors
More than her eyes met sleep
Heaven knows
What it means to be held
By a soul that bleeds but never breaks.

So when I speak of love,
Know that I mean her.
That woman who made home,
Out of scarcity,
And miracles
Out of me.

When the night feels cold and long,
And you don't feel brave or strong,
Hope is there,a little light,
Like stars that shine through the darkest night.

It hides in flowers,soft and small,
It comes when you have lost it all.
It doesn't shout or make a sound,
Bt helps you stand on shaky ground.

It hums in songs the birds still sing,
And waits inside the quiet spring.
It holds your hand when no one's near,
And softly says,"I'm still right here. "

It dreams of days that lie ahead,
Of smiles to come ,and tears you've shed.
So when you are tired,full of fear,
Just breathe and know hope is still there.

Hope doesn't always promise a return, Sometimes it's enough to hold your hand
For just a little while
Until the ache softens
Until your smile returns without guilt
Untill your heart feels light
Even whet it's alone.

And when the world feels heavy,
And silence grows too loud,
Remember hope's quiet hand
Is never far
It stays,
Waiting patiently
To lead you home.

Feeling everything, saying nothing
Not because I  can't ,but because I choose
But still,somehow, setting myself free.
Free from the need to be understood,
Free from the weight of proving my pain.